Tom: C
C G C
C G G7
The sparks flew ever upwards from the glowing gidgee log
F C G7
Patty scraped his plate and threw the scraps over to the dogs
C G G7
The crackling campfire flickered as the lads rolled out their swags
F C G7
Then Clarrie pulled a bottle from his beaten saddle bag
F C
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run
G7 C
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time
F C F
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down
F G C
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round
C G G7
Well Henry told a story when his old mate Bill got drunk
F C G7
How he picked some toey shearers outside the birdsville pub
C G G7
And he raised another chuckle when he told as he stepped in
F C G7
Old Bill let loose a blinder and he copped it on the chin
F C
And it was out toward the border on a western cattle run
G7 C
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time
F C F
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down
F G C
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round
[Instrumental]
C G F G7 C X2
C G G7
Patty stared into the embers and quietly he spoke
F C G7
Of the night when out near Walgett the Barwon river broke
C G G7
And his kelpie he was stranded on the other side
F C G7
When he tried to reach old Patty he was taken by the tide
F C
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run
G7 C
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time
F C F
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down
F G C
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round
F C
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run
G7 C
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time
F C F
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down
F G C
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round
