Slim Dusty – My Old China Plate (Guitar)
Capo 2
Key
-
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
[Intro]
G G G G Okay, lets check the tuning Charlie. Intro. Check the tuning first. Cracker? Yep. Alright? Yeah. G Just do the intro again now, hey. D Sound alright ey? G G Okay, lets put it now right. Okay here we go.
[Interlude]
D D D D
D D D G
[Chorus]
G I heard you mention drinking mate, and I hope you do not mind D But by a strange coincidence, it’s a favourite sport of mine D But alas I'm on my own today, and I'm here to drown my sorrow G For the poor old China plate is gone, we're plantin' him tomorrow.
[Verse 1]
G Now careful what you're saying there, he was no drunken bum D Although he liked his drop of ale, and a snort or two of rum D I'll admit, we had some booze ups, they were pretty wild ones too G And many a time on a drunken spree, a hard-earned cheque we blew.
[Refrain]
D But alas I'm on my own today, and I'm here to drown my sorrow G For the poor old China plate is gone, we're plantin' him tomorrow. Charlie.
[Instrumental]
G G G G
G G G D
D D D D
D D D D G
[Verse 2]
G Yes, I've seen us do the season in an outback shearing shed D Then do the lot behind the pub when the spinner landed heads D She wasn't always beer and skittles, there’s been times when things were hard G When work was scarce and tucker short and many a bag man starved
[Verse 3]
G Have you ever led a water bag from Normanton to Bourke? D Just trackin' down a rumour that there’s a chance of gettin' work D No well I tell ya me and Bluey did, twas back in '32 G And I tell ya times was tough my boy, a bit different now with you. I'll say.
[Interlude]
D D D D
D D D G
[Verse 4]
G But them days are gone forever, and Bluey's gone to rest D And if there’s a camp for dinkum mates, I know that he'll be blessed D for when St Peter sees him comin', he'll open wide the doors G Saying we never turn a bloke away, with a heart as big as yours
[Chorus]
G Oh yes, I heard you mention drinking mate, and I hope you do not mind D But by a strange coincidence, it’s a favourite sport of mine D But alas I'm on my own today, and I'm here to drown my sorrow G G For the poor old China plate is gone, we're plantin' him tomorrow.