Capotraste na 2ª casa 

intro 

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[Verso 1]

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As i sat beside the campfire late last evening 
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My old blue dog he lay close by of course 
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All was quiet except for bells and hobbles jingling 
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And my horses fed along the water course. 

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You know the way a campfire makes you drowsy 
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As you sit alone and gaze into its glow 
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I must have drifted off and started dreaming 
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And how i wish that dream was really so. 


[Verso 2]

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Up to my fireside walked a weary swagman 
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He said goodnight and dropped his bluey down 
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And from his water bag he filled his billy 
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And while it boiled, he   squatted on the ground. 


[Verso 3]

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He filled his pipe and lit it from the fire 
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And in the glow his face i plainly saw 
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A face with lines of care and eyes of sadness 
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And i wondered where i'd seen that face before. 



[Verso 4]

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He said his name was lawson, henry lawson 
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Then reached inside his tucker bag for tea 
    A7 
And threw a handle full in his battered billy 
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And filled two mugs and    handed one for me 


[Verso 5]


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He told that he'd had a spell from tramping 
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Been resting a place called paradise 
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I said i’d never been there though i'd travelled 
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And seldom ever trod the same tracks twice. 



[Verso 6]

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He said he noticed that things had little altered 
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From what they were a hundred years ago 
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He noticed precious water from the darling 
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Still wasted in the ocean far below. 



[Verso 7]

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He puffed his pipe a while and mumbled something 
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That sounded like the storm that is to come 
   A7 
He spoke about the drought and desolation 
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Amazed that men of office still are dumb 


Interlude 

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[Verso 8]

    E                                    E7 
The curlews screeching overhead awoke me 
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I stirred the fire and put billy on 
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  i just remembered then the old sundowner 
    A                 B7                    E 
But when i looked his swag, and he were gone 



[Verso 9]

       E                                 E7 
Was it really ghost that came to see me? 
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Or just a dream in my subconscious mind 
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Oh i'll never know the answer to that question 
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Until i’ve left this living world behind 



       E                                      E7 
Then i thought about this lawson, henry lawson 
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And all at once it hit me with a rush 
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He was the man who made his name immortal 
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And immortalised this country in his verse 



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He was the poet of the people, the common people 
       A                                    F# 
And he fought their cause with magic of his pen 
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And when sad alone and destitute he left us 
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He bore no ill to us, his fellow men 



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And now an afterlife to laud his greatness 
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A lasting monument that’s carved in stone 
      B7 
Looks down upon some street where once he wondered 
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Hungry, sad and worst of all alone 



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And from each 10-dollar bill that now is printed 
      A                                  F# 
There looks at us his only friendly dial 
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And he leans upon some haloed bar up yonder 
      A              B7     N.C.            E 
I can almost see him smile, his quiet smile.