Blackened Quarts Are Boiling

Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: CCapotraste: Sem capotraste [Intro] C [Verse] C G Down the Wave Hill track they're coming, twelve and fifteen hundred strong: C And the lonely nights are gladdened by the watcher's lilting song. F D Dusty pads are wearing deeper, wearing deeper as they wind: G For the Vesty's mobs are walking with the Bull's Heads close behind. C G Baldies, shorthorns, wild eyed pikers, mobs of ev'ry breed and brand: C From the wilds of West Australia to the Barkley Tableland. F C While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest: G C And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West! [Interlude] G C [Verse] C G Down the river now they're stringing, to the flats of Channel grass: C And the brumbies wheel and whistle as the bullocks slowly pass. F D Swinging down the lonely stages, as the dust wrack swings aloft: G From the rolling downs of Avon to the hills of Yelvercroft. C G Mobs for sale and mobs to fatten, on the river flats inside: C Oh, the good old days still linger, when the outback drovers ride. F C Slowly mobs are feeding campwards as the evening shadows fall, G C And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling in the twilight overall. [Interlude] G C [Verse] C G By the plains and scrubs and rivers where the western stars burn bright: C Oh, the friendly fires are glowing in the drovers' camps tonight. F C While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest: G C And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West! [Tag] G C F C On the stock routes North and West!