Slim Dusty – By A Fire Of Gidgee Coal (Guitar)

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By a warm electric heater, in a softly padded chair,

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In a lounge room brightly lighted by a glowing chandelier.

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Since my early days of drovin', the years have taken toll.

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But I somehow miss my swag wrap, by a fire of Gidgee coal.

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I awake from sleep each morning and I ring my bedside bell,

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The maid brings in my breakfast and she fills my pipe as well.

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There are cakes and sweetened coffee, on a tray of sparkling gold.

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But I miss black tea and damper, by a fire of Gidgee coal.

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I am driven out each evening by a chaffeur spruce and neat,

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Through the flowered parks and gardens and the crowded city streets.

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But I drift back through the ages, while the big car softly rolls.

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To a stock route and a wagonette, and a fire of Gidgee coal.

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I attend all social parties in the rich parts of town.

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Drinking wine from fancy glasses as the waiters go their rounds.

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But I'd rather share a bottle with those drovin' mates of old.

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In a pair of dusty moleskins, by a fire of Gidgee coal.

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In a pair of dusty moleskins, By a fire of Gidgee coal.