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Primeiro acorde: E 8 acordes identificados
Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste
D A
Trumby Was A Ringer, A Good To At That
He Could Rake And Ride A Twister, Throw A Rope And Fancy Plait
He Could Counterline A Saddle, Track A Man Lost In The Night
D D A D
Trumby Was A Good Boy, But He Couldn't Read Or Write
Trumby Was Dependable, He Never Took To Beer
The Boss Admired Him So Much, One Day Made Him Overseer
It Never Went To Trumby's Head, He Didn't Boast Or Skite
G D A D
Trumby Was A Good Boy But He Couldn't Read Or Write
C G
Drought Was On The Country, The Grass In Short Supply
The Tanks Were Getting Lower And The Waterholes Near Dry
F C
Cattle Started Dying And Relief Was Not Insight
To Estimate The Losses Trumby Couldn't Read Or Write
He Rode Around The Station Pulling Cattle From The Bog
To Save Them Being Torn Apart By Eagles Crows And Dogs
F C
He Saw A Notice On A Tree, It Wasn't There Last Night
F C G C
Trumby Tried To Understand But He Couldn't Read Or Write
On Bended Knee Down In The Mud, Trumby Had A Drink
Swung The Reins To His Horse Said "We Go Home I Think
Tell Em Boss About The Sign He Read Em Good Alright
G D A D
One Day Boss's Missus Teaching Em Trumby Read And Write
D A
Well Concern Was Felt For Trumby, He Hadn't Used His Bed
Next Day Beside That Muddy Hole They Found The Ringer Dead
And A Piece Of Tin Tied To A Tree Then Caught The Boss's Eye
As He Read The Words Of Poison Here, Signed By Dogger Bry
C G
Now The stock Had Never Used That Hole Along That Stony Creek
G G
And Trumby's Bag Was Empty, It Had Freyed And Sprung A Leak
F C
The Dogs Were There In Hundreds And The Dogger In His Plight
F C G C
Told The Boss He Never Knew Poor Trumby Couldn't Read Or Write
D A
Now Trumby Was A Ringer As Solid As A Post
A D
He Heart Was In The Right Place Mate And That's What Matters Most
Of times I Think How Sad It Is In This World With All It's Might
G D A
That A Man Like Trumby Met His Death Because He Couldn't Read Or Write
A D
Couldn't Read Or Write
A D
Couldn't Read Or Write