Slim Dusty – Inigo Jones Indigo Jones (Guitar)

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Chords

[Intro] D A7 G D A7 D [Verse]
  D                                                  A7
I hold my hat as the Willy-Will goes whirlin' on its way

                                       G                 D
Shut my eyes to the blinding dust it's leaving behind at day

                                                        G
Turn my gaze to the dusty haze to see where the leaders are

    D                                      A7                D
And curse the heat that is almost beat the cow with the baby calf
[Verse]
    D                                                             A7
Old Indigo Jones foretold this drought, and I never-ever did take heed

                                   G                   D
So here I am on a dry stock route, traveling to find a feed

                                                                G
And you could flog a flea all over this land, I'm not tellin' a lie

    D                                             A7                D
The trees are chasin' the dogs out here cause the country's so darn dry
[Chorus]
       D                                                      A7
Should ever I find a field of grass where the waters bubbling free

                                      G                 D
I'd give my thanks to the lord above, down on my bended knee

                                                     G
I'd say to him Old Indigo Jones was a wise old man indeed

   D                                      A7                     D
He said the Eighties are gonna be bad, so look to your water and feed
[Interlude] D G D A7 D E B7 E B7 E [Verse]
E                                                              B7
Feed is scarce and the waters bad and I haven't got 'Buckley’s Chance'

                                             A                       E
And Old Man Drought he calls the tune, and I haven't got the will to dance

                                                            A
Each day I pray to the patron saints to please send us some rain

    E                             B7            E
But then I swear in my despair to see no clouds again
[Verse]
        E                                                          B7
But the devil looks after his own out here, look at that old black crow

                                            A                  E
And Old Man Drought, he feeds him well, his coat has a shining glow

                                                                    A
And this poor old horse that I’m ridin’ now is nothing but a bag of bones

    E                                            B7                  E
You wouldn't believe that he threw me twice, the very first day from home.
[Chorus]
       E                                                      B7
Should ever I find a field of grass where the waters bubbling free

                                      A                 E
I'd give my thanks to the lord above, down on my bended knee

                                                     A
I'd say to him Old Indigo Jones was a wise old man indeed

   E                                      B7                     E
He said the Eighties are gonna be bad, so look to your water and feed
[Tag]
   E                                      B7                     E
He said the Eighties are gonna be bad, so look to your water and feed
[Outro] E B7 E B7 E