D                       E7  
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all   
       A7                                      D            
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call   
                                    E7  
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear   
        A7                                D  
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer 
  
          D                       E7  
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come 
       A7                               D   
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum   
                                    E7  
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer  
       A7                            D  
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer   

          D                       E7    
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat  
        A7                                D  
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat 
                                     E7    
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer 
        A7                                D   
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!" 
 
          D                       E7    
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
           A7                                  D    
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes 
                                    E7    
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?   
        A7                                D 
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"  
  
          D                       E7  
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits 
        A7                                D  
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
                                    E7     
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear   
        A7                                D 
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer   

          D                       E7    
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
        A7                            D    
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
                                        E7     
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear"
        A7                                               D    
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer  
 
          D                       E7    
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all 
        A7                                D   
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call 
                                    E7    
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear 
        A7                                D   
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer