Slim Dusty – When Youre Short Of A Quid (Guitar)

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Well, I've listened with patience to all your sad tales

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When you're short of a smoke or the pub has no ale

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but tell me fair dinkum, I don't want you to kid

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Have you ever been drifting and short of a quid?

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If you've been to a strange town in search of a job

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Where a stranger's not welcome with the local born mob

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and you've probably done the same thing as I did

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Stood around in a bar and was short of a quid

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As I gazed at the drinkers all quenching their thirst

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My lips were so dry, I thought they would burst!

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I reckoned someone would notice but nobody did

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They'd apparently never been short of a quid

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Now, the publican's looks were as black as the night

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and I heard someone whisper, "this bloke's on the bite"

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So I held up my wristwatch and called for a bid

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But no-one would buy it or lend me a quid.

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Now, you blokes who have money, to travel in style

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may laugh at my story but I too can smile

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and to the battler and drifter, I'll raise my old lid

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Because they know what it's like to be short of a quid

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So, if the pub has no beer, you could always drink rum

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while you can wait with your mates for the quota to come

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but your forehead gets wrinkled like the hat on your head

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when you stand in the bar and you're short of a quid

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Yes, I've listened with patience to all your sad tales

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When you're short of a smoke or the pub has no ale

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but tell me fair dinkum, I don't want you to kid

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Have you ever been drifting and short of a quid?