Slim Dusty – The Vanishing Breed (Guitar)

Capo 3
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Chords

[Intro] G [Verse]
N.C.   G
He was lean as the old dog that walked by his side

                                 D
And as tough as the tie-strap he wore
his face was a legend of living it hard
                                       G
and his years numbered more than three score
His old eyes had seen more than we'll ever know
                          C
of the far reaches of the inland

                                G
He was part of this country, it surely did show

         D                          G
like the scars on his work hardened hands
[Verse]
         G
From the high crowned old felt hat that sat on his head

                                     D
to the scuffed and worn heels of his boots
with his sweat-caked spring legging and old faded jeans
                                 G
he was outback down to the grass roots
and his old, checkered shirt with the collar all frayed
                                   C
and the yard dust and flies on his back

                             G
as he took out the makings before he sat down

       D                        G
I know this was a man you could back
[Interlude] G E [Verse]
   A
He talked long and low of the country he'd seen

                                   E
and the changes that came with the years
of the ne’er ending battle of living out here,
                                   A
the hardships, the heartbreak, and tears
the big droughts that took over and crippled the land
                                D
and dust storms with no sign of rain

                             A
The creeks and the dams long empty and dry,

        E                            A
And you wonder would they e’er fill again
[Verse]
        A
he drew maps in the dust of the country he'd known

                           E
where water was sure to be found
pinpointed landmarks, should someone go wrong
                      A
the type terrain all around
where the wild horses watered by light of the moon
                                D
and the gorges where old pikers feed

                               A
their pads not as deep as they were years ago

            E                   A
oh, they’re part of a vanishing breed
[Interlude] A G [Verse]
       C
we got up and shook hands he said, “so long mate”,

                                       G
with his hat, knocked the dust off his jeans
stamped on the butt, grounded into the dust,
                          C
old habits die hard to it seems
his old frame seemed must straighter as he walked away,
                                       F
there was nought I could give him he'd need

                                C
he was part of our history that shaped this old land,

     G                   C
yes, part of a vanishing breed
[Tag]
       F                         C
he was part of our history, that shaped this old land,

G                   C
part of a vanishing breed.
[Outro] C G G C