Fair Enough

Intro: B7    E 


 
E                                                      B7 
Give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds, 
                                                                 E 
And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds, 
                                                         A 
Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff, 
  B7                                                          E 
A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough. 


 
    E                                                    B7 
Oh, let me take a turn once more in the stockyard with a colt, 
                                                              E 
Or twist a greenhide bronco rope and you'll find I'm worth my salt, 
                                                             A 
Call for me for the midnight watch on a horse that knows his stuff, 
    B7                                                        E 
And if they jump, I'll feel at home, and I think that's fair enough. 



E                                                B7 
Let me see the dust clouds fly before the storm erupts, 
                                                               E 
And see those rollin' sandhills rise where the dingo hides her pups, 
                                                                    A 
A land where the pelicans gorges fish and the scrub bull calls your bluff, 
        B7                                                   E 
And the battle of rival brumby bucks is a sight that's fair enough. 


Interlude: B7    E 



E                                                             B7 
Give me the reins of a four in hand to replace the wrench and spanner, 
                                                             E 
And let those horses make the pace in the land of the sand goanna, 
                                                          A 
Or take me back to an open camp where the mickies play up rough, 
          B7                                                      E 
And I'll sing that night in the fire light and to me that's fair enough. 


 
    E                                                       B7 
Oh, let me drink from the waterhole, no reflections here on Trumby 
                                                   E 
And listen to the curlews’ call, the dingo and the brumby, 
                                                      A 
And when my time is drawing near and I feel I've had enough, 
         B7                                                   E 
Oh, I'll die with memories of the bush and to me that's fair enough.  



    E                                                      B7 
Oh, give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds, 
                                                                 E 
And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds, 
                                                         A 
Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff, 
  B7                                                          E 
A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough. 


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        B7                                                          E      E 
Yeah, a pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.