Biografía:
Slim es sin duda el músico australiano más prolífico, con más de 5 millones discos vendidos en Australia. "Forward Looking Back", editado el año 2000, hace el numero 100 de su carrera.
David Gordon Kirkpatrick se crió en una granja lechera de las colinas de Kempsey (Nueva Gales del Sur), y ya a la edad de 10 años tenía el sueño de ser músico. Tras seis décadas de de carrera ha llegado a ser uno de los intérpretes de música country más importantes fuera de los EE.UU.
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Otras canciones:
- Pub With No Beer
- A Fire Of Gidgee Coal
- Born To Be A Rolling Stone
- Camooweal
- Cattlemen From The High Plains
- Charleville
- Country Revival
- Cunnamulla Feller
- Duncan
- End Of The Canning Stock Route
- Gday Gday
- I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
- Indian Pacific
- Innaminka Muster
- Keep The Lovelight Shining
- Lace Up Shoes
- Leave Him In The Long Yard
- Leave Him In The Longyard
- Lights On The Hill
- Little Boy Lost
- Lookin Forward Lookin Back
- Looking Forward Looking Back
- Lookn Forward Lookin Back
- My Pal Alcohol
- Old Time Country Halls
- Plains Of Peppimenarti
- Ringer From The Top End
- Rusty Its Goodbye
- Saddle Boy
- Singer From Down Under
- The Biggest Disappointment
- The Day We Sold The Farm
- Three Rivers Hotel
- Travellers Prayer
- Under The Spell Of Highway One
- Waltzing Matilda
- West Of Winton
- When The Rain Tumbles Down In July
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
D E7
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
A7 D
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
E7
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
A7 D
[Verse]
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly: "The pub's got no beer!"
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
D E7
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
A7 D
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
E7
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
A7 D
[Verse]
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly: "The pub's got no beer!"
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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