A Pub With No Beer

Slim Dusty

It's lonesome away from
your kindred and all
By the campfire at night

where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome
So morbid or drear

Than to stand in a bar
of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican's anxious
For the quota to come
There's a far away look

On the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky
And the cooks acting queer

What a terrible place
is a pub with no beer

Then 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 not beer

Then the swaggie comes in
Smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll

Rubs 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 v'randah
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 my dear"

But he breaks down and tells her
"The pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from
your kindred and all
By the campfire at night

where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome
So morbid or drear

Than to stand in a bar
of a pub with no beer.

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