Slim Dusty – Rockys Run (Guitar)

       G                                        A7
He was propped against a coolabah tree, With an old guitar across his knee,

    D                                               C                     G
The quart pot boiled he grabbed its middle, then he turned the chops on a wire griddle.

    C                                      A7
His name was Rocky, I gripped his hand, an outback truckie and deeply tanned,

       D                                   C                       D                G
He was headin’ north with 60 tonne, with a big red Mack, she was a big red Mack, on Rocky’s run.

   G                                      A7
He kicked the tyres and checked the load, swallowed a fly, and cursed the road,

     D                                 C                         G
Corrugations make me blow a fuse; they supply the shade with the kangaroos.

   C                                        A7
He drank a beer and smacked his lips, gotta feeling mate that it’s one of those trips.

   D                                            C                   D                     G**
He rolled a smoke and cracked a smile, and said so long mate, yeah, so long mate, I gotta make a mile. Hey!

       G                                            A7
Oh, He loves the bush and all that’s there, where a man can breathe, let go and swear,

    D                                        C                      G
The golden dunes of the desert scene and the rough bush tracks that weave between.

C                                              A7
Cattle that graze up the soakin’ rain, and the dust storm’s fury across the plain,

    D                                         C                       D                   G
The blistering heat from a summer's sun, is a day in the life, just a day in the life, on Rocky’s run.

    G                                  A7
The blinding dust and red rimmed eyes, blowout some punches, a million flies,

D                                          C             G
Splashed in diesel and a moving load, some lousy cow has pinched the road

C                                 A7
wood is scarce and matches sweat, bogged in sand and can’t move yet.

  D                      C             D                G
A 150 in the sun, just a slight delay, slight delay, on Rocky’s run. Yes!

      A                                     B7
Oh, I met him near and bumped him far, from Melbourne across to Marble bar,

     E                                        D                    A
He’s travelled the road to hell and back, wherever that is, bet he drove a Mack.

    D                                        B7
So, wherever he is, I wish him luck, let the lord look down and guide his truck,

     E                                     D                      E                     A
To a safe return where loading’s done, for another long haul, for another long haul, on Rocky’s run.

    A                                        B7
So, wherever he is, I wish him luck, may the lord look down and guide his truck,

     E                                         D                      E                    A
To a safe return where the loading’s done, for another long haul, for another long haul on Rocky’s run.

A
Yes she's a big land to roll over. So keep it rollin' on rocky's run. Desert Sand. Blazin' sun.

A
Freedom that's where rocky runs.