Slim Dusty – 5 Am Blues (Guitar)

Capo 2
Key
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Chords

[Intro] C G D [Verse 1]
D                       Bm
Heavy load and close to mornin’

         G                 A7
Half way home and here I'm yawning

D                                  A7
Almost out of smokes, well just my luck:

            G
Fuel pump’s bad, my engine's missin’,

      D                   B7
Dirty windshield, wiper's hissin'

    E                                A7
I'm sick and tired of drivin' this old truck.

         G
Mist and fog in every hollow

            D
White lines gettin' hard to follow;

       G          D              A7
Was it only yesterday I left our yard?

            G
Three gears left and revs are falling

         D                B7
I'm bone tired and bed is callin’

        E                   A7             D         Bm
Just to change that gear is gettin' kind-a hard. Mhm-Hmm

        C                   G              D
Just to change that gear is gettin' kind-a hard.
[Tag 1] C G D [Verse 2]
         D               Bm
Camped awhile near Yarrawonga,

         G              A7
Wish I'd slept a little longer,

   D                                   A7
Or bad enough, this fog, when things are right,

        G
Corners wet, my trailer's drifting

          D                  B7
Bet those outside wheels are lifting

        E                           A7
I gotta watch those shoulders too, tonight.

        G
Highway signs are shinin' yellow,

        D
Diesel roars smoke stakes bellow,

    G                 D             A7
And daylight finds me close to Boggabri:

          G
Soon that roadhouse at the border,

       D                   B7
T-bone steak and eggs I'll order.

      E                  A7           D        Bm
and I think I'll make it in then if I try. Mhm-Hmm.

  C                  G             D
I think I'll make it in then, if I try.
[Tag 2] C G D [Verse 3]
       D                Bm
Better stop and fill my page in,

        G                A7
Just to stop that lawman ragin'

   D                                A7
He books us drivers every chance he gets,

      G
Empty overalls and jacket,

      D                       B7
Empty dashboard, where's that packet,

   E                              A7
Oh hell now, seems I'm out of cigarettes.

         G
Mist and fog in every hollow,

            D
White lines gettin' hard to follow;

       G          D              A7
Was it only yesterday I left our yard?

         G
Camped a while near Yarrawonga,

         D              B7
Wish I'd slept a little longer,

    E                    A7             D         Bm
And peering through this fog is gettin' hard. Mhm-hmm.

C                     G              D
Peering' through this fog is gettin' hard.
[Tag 3]
C                     G              D
Peering' through this fog is gettin' hard.