A Pub With No Beer (Original Version) - Slim Dusty
Oh it＇s-a lonesome away
From your kindred and all
By the campfire at night
We＇ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there＇s-a nothing so lonesome
Morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar
Of a pub with no beer
Now the publican＇s anxious
For the quota to come
And there＇s a far away
Look on the face of the bum
The maid＇s gone all cranky
And the cook＇s acting queer
Oh 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
And pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile
On his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly
The pub＇s got no beer
Then the swaggie comes in smothered
In dust and flies
He throws down his roll
And 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
Now there＇s a dog on the v＇randa
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
And old Billy the blacksmith
The first time in his life
Why he＇s gone home cold sober
To his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen
She says you＇re early Bill dear
But then he breaks down
And tells her the pub＇s got no beer
So it＇s-a lonesome away from
Your kindred and all
By the campfire at night
We＇ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there＇s-a nothing so lonesome
Morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar
Of a pub with no beer