Amanda Palmer – The Drovers Boy (Guitar)

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     G
They couldn't understand why the drover cried

                            D
As they buried the drover's boy

    G
The Drover had always seemed so hard

                    D
To the men in his employ

  Am                 G
A bolting horse, the stirrup lost

                         D
And the drover's boy was dead

    Em        D       Em      D
The shovelled dirt, a mumbled word

         Em               Am
And it's back to the road ahead

       C             D        Em
And forget about the drover's boy
Forget about the drover's boy
         G
And they couldn't understand why the drover cut

                         D
A lock of the dead boy's hair

    G
And put it in the band of his battered old hat

                             D
As they watched him standing there

       Am                    G
And he told them to take the cattle on

                        D
I'll sit with the boy a while

  Em     D          Em      D
A silent thought, a pipe to smoke

         Em           Am
And it's ride another mile

    C                D        Em
And forget about the drover's boy
Forget about the drover's boy
         G
And they couldn't make out why the drover and the boy

                      D
Always camped so far away

        G
For the tall white man and the slim black boy

                  D
Never had much to say

        Am                       G
And the boy would be gone at the break of dawn

                 D
Tail the horses, carry on

          Em     D          Em       D
While the drover roused the sleeping men
Emn Am Daylight – hit the road again
    C          D        Em
And follow the drover's boy
Follow the drover's boy In the Camooweal Pub they talked about The death of the drover's boy They drank their rum with the stranger who'd come From the Kimberley run, Fitzroy And he told of the massacre in the west Barest details – guess the rest Shoot the bucks, grab a gin Cut her hair, break her in And call her a boy – the drover's boy
Em
Call her a boy – the drover's boy

             Am                   G
So when they build that stockman's hall of fame

                        D
And they talk about the droving game

  Em         D            Em          D
Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide

Em            D      Em      D
Rode with the drover side by side

Em          D         Em         D
Watched the bullocks, flayed the hide

Em       D        Em    D
Faithful wife but never bride

Em       D            Em     D
Bred his sons for the cattle run

          Em
But don't weep for the drover's boy

      Em
Don't mourn for the drover's boy
But don't forget the drover's boy