A Pub With No Beer-Slim Dusty/Gordon Parsons

[ti:A Pub With No Beer] [ar:Slim Dusty/Gordon Parsons] [al:The Slim Dusty Movie] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.24]A Pub With No Beer - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提)/Gordon Parsons [00:02.52]Written by：Gordon Parsons [00:03.54] [00:06.84]It's a lonesome away from your kindred and all [00:10.98] [00:11.65]By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call [00:15.57] [00:17.23]But there's a nothing so lonesome morbid or drear [00:21.24] [00:21.85]Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer [00:26.20] [00:29.83]Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come [00:33.54] [00:34.17]And there's a far away look on the face of the bum [00:38.14] [00:40.42]The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer [00:43.84] [00:44.52]Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer [00:48.79] [01:19.74]The stock man rides up with his dry dusty throat [01:23.54] [01:24.05]He breasts up to the bar [01:26.41]Pulls a wad from his coat [01:28.09] [01:30.13]The smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer [01:34.40]As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer [01:38.65] [01:42.48]Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies [01:46.53] [01:47.13]He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes [01:51.28] [01:52.73]But when he is told he says what's this I hear [01:56.21] [01:57.13]I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer [02:01.55] [02:05.16]There's a dog on the v'randa for his master he waits [02:09.02] [02:09.71]'Cause the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates [02:13.77] [02:15.64]He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear [02:19.26] [02:19.84]What a place for a dog in a pub with no beer [02:24.20] [02:28.01]And old Billy the blacksmith the first time in his life [02:31.86] [02:32.57]He's gone home cold sober to his darling wife [02:36.26] [02:38.43]He walks in the kitchen she says you're early Bill dear [02:42.31]But then he breaks down and tells her [02:45.10]The pub's got no beer [02:46.57] [02:52.16]It's a lonesome away from your kindred and all [02:57.06]By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call [03:01.36] [03:02.58]But there's a nothing so lonesome morbid or drear [03:07.07]Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer