C                       F
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
       G                           G*           C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
            C                    F
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
        G                     G*          C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer


[Verse 2]
        C                          F
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
          G                   G*          C*
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
    C                              F
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
       G                   G*          C
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer


[Verse 3]
    C                          F
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
           G                      G*           C*
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
        C                         F
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
         G                       G*           C
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'


[Verse 4]
     C                         F
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
   G                               G*             C*
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
    C                         F
But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear?
             G                        G*          C
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!'


[Verse 5]
          C                            F
There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits
        G                       G*            C*
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
   C                        F
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
        G                       G*          C
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer


[Verse 6]
    C                                F
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
    G                       G*          C*
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
   C                                       F
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear"
        G                                     G*           C
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer


[Verse 1] (repeat)
        C                       F
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
       G                           G*           C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
            C                    F
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
        G                     G*          C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer