Gordon Bok – Waiting For The Rain (Guitar)

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Well, the weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more

                      Am                 G
The shearers had been battling might and main

    C                           F           C
And some had got the century as never did before

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And now all hands are waiting for the rain

    F                             C
The boss is getting rusty and the ringer's caving in

                      Am              G
His bandaged wrist is aching with the pain

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And every second man, I fear, is going to make it hot for him

               G              C      Bb
Unless we get another fall of rain

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Well, the sky is clouding over and the thunder's muttering loud

                       Am                G
The clouds are driving eastward o'er the plain

      C                                   F           C
And I see the lightning flashing followed by an awful crash

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And I hear the gentle patter of the rain

    F                             C
So, lads put on your stoppers and let us to the hut

                        Am              G
We'll gather 'round and have a friendly game

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And some are playing music and some play ante-up

                    G              C      Bb
And some are gazing outward at the rain

                                    F                   C
Well, now the rain is over, let the pressers spin their screws

                              Am         G
Let the teamsters drive their wagons in again

          C                                F                C
And we'll block the classer's table by the way we push them through

                        G               C      Bb
Since now all hands are merry since the rain

        F                               C
And the boss won't be so rusty when the sheep have all been shorn

                             Am               G
And the ringer's wrist won't ache so with the pain

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Of pocketing a season's check for fifty pounds or more

                        G               C      Bb
And the second man will drive him hard again

   F                                    C
So boss, bring out the bottle and we'll wet the final flock

                          Am          G
For the shearers here may never meet again

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And some may meet next season and some not even then

                        G               C
And some they will just vanish like the rain