Hak Hom Blokkies

Intro [G] [D] [A] [D]
Vers 1
The mus[D]tache on his lip is p[A]encil thin like the mi[G]ddle part through his h[D]air, and alt[D]hough
his friends call him B[G]lokkies his w[A]ife would call him Jou[D]bert. Ag C[D]hristina, Christina he
[A]thinks to himself: You [G]never could unde[D]rstand what it [D]feels like to dummy and to [G]sidestep
with a l[A]eather ball in your h[D]and.

Koor
Man it is [G]hard to believe this is [D]Blokkies Joubert a [A]hooker in the Springbok s[D]crum, because
he's [G]old and he's gray and he [D]sits in chair in the sl[A]anting winter [D]sun. But he [G]made his name
with that w[G]onderfull game that he p[A]layed......... in 193[D]1.

Vers 2
When he sits in the lounge of the old-age home just North of Beaufort West, and he watches
a TV program of the Springbokke rugby tests. As the images flikker upon the screen he can hear
the manne call, they say: hak hom, hak hom Blokkies, 'n Blokkies hak daai bol...... En ons se

Koor
Druk hulle, druk hulle Blokkies, druk hulle mannetjies flou. Ja hak hulle, hak hulle Blokkies,
hak hulle bolletjie gou, mmm julle kniee, druk julle driee daar agter die doellyn nou.

Interlude... [A] [E] [A] [E] (Die strumming pattern hier is nogal weird, luister maar net)

Vers 3
He sits there in the afternoon sun, his memories come and go. He can clearly recall Bennie
Osler, and Boy and Fanie Louw. Yes there they satnd with the rest of the team in the
photograph on the wall, and if you ask him he will show you where they signed on his rugby
ball.....En ons s&

Koor

Vers 4
Ja ons ouens was rof innie ou dae but we played a gentleman's game, but it's all been spoiled
by politics, it's never going to be the same. So he drifts back to the old days and he hears
the manne call, they say: hak hom, hak hom Blokkies, ou Blokkies hak daai bol.... En ons s&

Koor (speel so 2 keer en fade uit)