Verse 1
CF
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
G G* C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
CF
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
CF
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
G G* C*
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
CF
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
CF
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
G G* C*
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
CF
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
CF
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
G G* C*
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
CF
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
CF
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
CF
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
CF
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
G G* C*
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
CF
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)
CF
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
G G* C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
CF
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
G G* C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer