Slim Dusty – Send Er Down Hughie (Guitar)

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Oh, the radio tells me it's raining

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But that I can see for myself.

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Oh, I surely could do with some help.

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This little old shovel I'm holding,

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Looks puny beside this big Mac.

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She's down to the diff and still going

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And there's only more mud up the track.

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Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it,

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Oh, I've dug at the mud on the wheels,

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And to the good Lord I've appealed.

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But the line up to heaven ain’t open,

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I've a feeling I'm not getting through.

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Oh, I'll just have to lighten the loadin'

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One carton of stubbies should do.

      C
Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it,

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One carton from all of those tons.

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And lickin' their dry dusty tongues.

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Oh, I can picture those miners all dying

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Of thirst in that drought-stricken town.

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While here in the mud I've been tryin'

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And striving to put the booze down.

       C
And in each of these stubbies I empty,

                            G
I insert a small note of distress,

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An SOS out of the west.

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How many days have I languished,

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Here in this swamp called a road,

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While in my despair and my anguish,

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I've been working at lightening the load.

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Perhaps some old fisherman casting

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His line on the Barrier Reef

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And come sailing up to my relief.

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And won't we all have such a booze up.

                           G
The best ever seen on this road.

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But I doubt if they ever will choose us

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To carry their next flamin' load.

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So, good health to the sandflies and skeeters,

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Good luck to that solemn old frog.

                                  D
Thank hell for this truck load of grog.

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Oh, send ‘er down Hughie, you beauty.

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You got the right knack a-doing it now.

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All my sorrows are drowned well and truly,

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And there's plenty more booze to put down.  Ah.

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Oh it's a lonesome a-what am i doing in this mud

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stuck in the truck and a-driving