Slim Dusty - A Pub With No Beer Lyrics
Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and allBy the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes callBut there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drearThan to stand in the bar of a pub with no beerNow the publican's anxious for the quota to comeAnd there's a far away look on the face of the bumThe maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queerOh what a terrible place is a pub with no beerThen the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throatHe breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coatBut the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneerAs the barman says sadly the pub's got no beerThen the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and fliesHe throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyesBut when he is told, he says what's this I hearI've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beerNow there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waitsBut the boss is inside drinking wine with his matesHe hurries for cover and he cringes in fearIt's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beerAnd old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his lifeWhy he's gone home cold sober to his darling wifeHe walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dearBut then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beerOh it's hard to believe that there's customers stillBut the money's still tinkling in the old ancient tillThe wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincereWhen they say they don't care if the pub's got no beerSo it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and allBy the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes callBut there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear-a
