The Glass On The Bar(Chords)

	        
 
(The CD Key is in F if you want to transpose it back) 
 
 
      C                        G 
Three bushman one morning rode up to an Inn 
    Am                     Em 
And one of them called for drinks with a grin 
       F 
They'd only returned from a trip to the north 
    C                       G 
And eager to greet them the landlord came forth 
   Fmaj7 
He absently poured out a glass of three star 
    C                           G 
And set down the drink with the rest on the bar 
 
 
      C                                  G 
There that is for Harry he said and it's queer 
         Am                 Em 
Tis' the very same glass he drank from last year 
    F 
His name's on the glass you can read it like print 
   C                            G 
He scratched it himself with an old piece of flint 
  Fmaj7 
I remember his drink it was always three star 
   C                           G           C 
He set down the drink with the rest on the bar 
 
 
   C                        G 
He looked at the horses and counted but three 
         Am                      Em 
You were always together where's Harry cried he 
   F 
Oh sadly they looked at the glass as they said 
        C                   G 
You may put it away for our old mate is dead 
    Fmaj7 
But one glazing out over the ridges afar 
        C                         G            C 
Said we owe him a drink leave the glass on the bar 
 
 
Instr: C G Am C F 
 
 
     C                       G 
They thought of the far away grave on the plain 
     Am                           Em 
They thought of the comrade who'd not come again 
     F 
They lifted their glasses and sadly they said 
   C                        G 
We drink to the name of our old mate who's dead 
        Fmaj7 
And the sunlight streamed in and a light like a star 
          C                        G 
Seemed to glow in the depth of the glass on the bar 
 
 
    C                      G 
And still in that shanty a tumbler is seen 
     Am                     Em 
It stands by the clock ever polished and clean 
    F 
And often the strangers will read as they pass 
    C                     G 
The name of the bushman engraved on the glass 
    Fmaj7 
And though on that shelf though a dozen there are 
     C                           G               C   
That glass never stands with the rest on the bar
	        

Written by Lee Kernaghan/Henry Lawson