Slim Dusty – All My Mates Are Gone (Guitar)

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spotify:track:1IBKqOs1yRQJZPiN8yeaJ6 Worked out on request for ash-hunt from Australia, for sentimental values to his great grandfather Please: rate (stars left under sheet) or/and add favorite (heart right above) [Intro] | C | D | G | G | [Verse 1]
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The muscles in these arms have gone weak now,

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they wouldn't hold a horse anymore.

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But, girl, these hands were there when history formed its pages,

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  back when this country was still ragged, rough and raw.
[Verse 2]
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Yes, I've sat tight on the best, my girl,

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back when the fire of youth be proudly in my breast,

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back when this body, now broken, down and useless,

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could ride all day and ring it with the best.
[Verse 3]
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Girl, I was droving   on the Birdsville Track,

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when instinct was a man's only guide,

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where if you lost your bearings, the sand hills claimed your carcas

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when the sun had played the life of your hide.
[Chorus]
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I thank you, girl, for list'nin' to this broken ringer's ravings,

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another sunrise, girl, I'll never know.

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My mind is projecting a film of years long gone

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  and I'm watching now my last picture show.
[Verse 4]
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Once again I see the blackened quart pots boiling,

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I can taste again the strong black billy tea,

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taste the damper from the ashes, smell the rib bones on the coal,

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see the saddle 'neath the tough old mulga tree.
[Verse 5]
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I can hear the cattle bellow and the cracking of the whips,

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again the harness jangles in these ears,

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I smell the smell of well oiled leather, feel the comfort of my swag,

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as my memory races back across the years.
[Verse 6]
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And there across the desert, a lonely team of camels,

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stretches slowly across the brightness of the sand.

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And there's old Gool Mohammad, Charlie and Gerard,

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nose leads hanging loosely in their hand.
[Verse 7]
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I can see the brumbies buckin', as Bob the breaker tries,

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once again to gain another working hack,

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and there's old "One-eyed Willie" the best tailor in the North,

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these were the men that made the great outback.
[End-Chorus]
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So, I thank you girl for list'nin' to this broken ringer's ravings,

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there's no regrets, in fact I'm glad to go.

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Old ringers are a breed that your world doesn't need

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  and I'll be glad to do some skitin' with those mates from long ago.

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There's no one left who knew me, girl, when I had you to smile upon,

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  I've lost all my identity, 'cause all my mates are gone.