I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
Slim DustyVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
I was talking to a swaggy yesterday
His beard was long his hair was silver grey
His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile
And here is what the old man had to say
You may think me most unusual my boy
When I tell you straight that I am stony broke
I tramp from year to year and Ill drink all kinds of beer
But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"
Now Ill show you this here old terbacco tin
The paint is gone the sides are dinted in
But its opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life
And to me it has always been a friend
I one time had a wife and everything
But a stranger came and soon we were apart
So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam
But nicotine has mended my old heart
Ive got no use for money in my life
You strive and struggle till it gets you down
I tramp until I lag and then Ill drop my swag
And Ill sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round
When finally I reach the golden gates
They say St Peter hes a decent bloke
If Im taken with the blessed this will be my last request
I must have good terbaccy when I smoke
Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday
And what he told me Ill remember clear
Trampin out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees
And I reckon that he has the right idea.
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Readable chord sheet for I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke by Slim Dusty
[D] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
I was [D]talking to a [A]swaggy yester[D]day
His [G]beard was long his hair was silver [D]grey
His [A]dress was out of style but he [D]wore a friendly smile
And [Bm]here is what the [A]old man had to [D]say
You may [D]think me most [A]unusual my [D]boy
When I [G]tell you straight that I am stony [D]broke
I [A]tramp from year to year and Ill [D]drink all kinds of beer
But I [Bm]like to have good [A]'baccy when I [D]smoke"
Now Ill [D]show you this here [A]old terbacco [D]tin
The [G]paint is gone the sides are dinted [D]in
But its [A]opened many a bottle in its [D]wild and chequered life
And to [Bm]me it has [A]always been a [D]friend
[Yodel] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
I [D]one time had a [A]wife and every[D]thing
But a [A]stranger came and soon we were a[D]part
So I [A]left my friends and home and I [D]hit the road to roam
But [Bm]nicotine has [A]mended my old [D]heart
Ive [D]got no use for [A]money in my [D]life
You [G]strive and struggle till it gets you [D]down
I [A]tramp until I lag and then Ill [D]drop my swag
And Ill [Bm]sit and smoke and [A]watch the world go [D]'round
When [D]finally I [A]reach the golden [D]gates
They [G]say St Peter hes a decent [D]bloke
If Im [A]taken with the blessed this will [D]be my last request
I [Bm]must have good [A]terbaccy when I [D]smoke
Yes I was [D]talking to that [A]swaggy yester[D]day
And [G]what he told me Ill remember [D]clear
[A]Trampin out there with the breeze happy as the [D]birds and bees
And I [Bm]reckon that he [A]has the right i[D]dea.
[Yodel] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]