Where Country Is(Chords)

	        VERSE 1 
 
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He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub 
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His swag and gear was guarded by a faithful heeler dog 
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He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringers hat 
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This old man was country, he left no doubt of that 
 
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Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track 
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And the camels carting wool in the early days outback 
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He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night 
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Tryin' to ring the mob cause the lightnin's quick to fright 
 
 
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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson 
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And the songs that he sang were all his 
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Every song told a story and the more that I listened 
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The more I realised this is where country is
 
 
 
VERSE 2 
 
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Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame 
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And I wondered if the battler would ever be again 
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His pride in his country rang true in every song 
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And I wondered if the chips were down if I ever would be as strong 
 
 
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