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lime-juice tub | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3

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Текст песни misc traditional - lime-juice tub | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3

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----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------This file is the author`s own work and represents their interpretation of thesong. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Date: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 07:28:47 +1000From: Kevin Woodgate Subject: m/misc_traditional/lime-juice_tub.tab Lime-Juice Tub Australian Folk Song Transcribed by K WoodgateEasy melody Version The song can be found on records by the Bushwackers, Cobbers, William Clauson and many other Australian Folk records.Intro G C D7 Ge|-2--2--2--2-|----0-------|----------|B|------------|-3-----3--1-|-0--------|G|------------|------------|----2--0--|D|------------|------------|----------|A|------------|------------|----------|E|------------|------------|----------| D7 G C G e|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------B|-0---0----2----3--|0------------------|-------------0----|-----------------G|------------------|----2----0---0-----|-0---0--2---------|-0---------------D|------------------|-------------------|------------------|----2----0---0---A|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------E|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------When shearing comes lay down your drums, Step to the board you brand newchums C G D7 Ge|------------|-------------|------------|----------------|-----------------B|------------|-------------|------------|----------0-----|-----------------G|------------|-----0---0---|------------|-0---2---------0|-0-----------0---D|-0--------0-|-0---------2-|-0----0---0-|----------------|---2----4--------A|-----3-2----|-------------|---3--------|----------------|-----------------E|------------|-------------|------------|----------------|----------------- With a ra-dum-doo and a rubadubdub We`ll send you home in a lime-juice tub.CHORUS: D7 G C G e|--------------|---------------------|----------------|--------------|B|-0---1--3---0-|---------------------|----0-----------|--------------|G|--------------|-2---0----0-----o----|-2--------0-----|--------------|D|--------------|---------------------|-------------2--|-0-0----------|A|--------------|---------------------|----------------|----------3---|E|--------------|---------------------|----------------|--------------| Here we are in New South Wales Shear-in` sheep as big as whales With C G D7 Ge|-----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------||B|-----------------|----------------|-----------0----|----------------||G|---------------0-|----------------|-0-----2--------|-0---------0----||D|------0--0-------|-2------0-----0-|----------------|----2---4-------||A|-2---------------|-----3----------|----------------|----------------||E|-----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|| leath-er necks and dag-gy tails And fleece as tough as rust-y nailsSince you have crossed the briny deepYou fancy you can shear a sheep, With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub We`ll send you home in a limejuice tub.There`s cockies` sons and brand new chums Who fancy that they`re all great guns. They fancy they can shear the wool The buggers can only tear and pull.They tar the sheep till they`re nearly black Roll up, roll up, and get the sack Once more we`re away on the wallaby track More to look for work out back.And when they`re out upon the road >From off their backs they throw their load And at the sun they take a look And reckon that it`s time to press the cook.They sleep in huts without any door And camp upon the dirty floor, With a pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark To wallop up a damper in the dark.You cockies, too, you never need fret For I`m the man who`s willing to bet You`re up to your eyes, heels first in debt You`re up to your eyes, your sons as well.Although you live beyond your means, Your daughters wear no crinolines Nor are they covered by boots and shoes They`re wild in the bush with the kangaroos.It`s home, it`s home I`d like to be, Not humpin` me drum in this sheep country Over a thousand miles I`ve come To march along with a blanket drum.But shearing`s here, boys, give a cheer Step to the board and grab your gear With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub We`ll send you home in a limejuice tub.

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