Coober Pedy chords and lyrics - JOHN WILLIAMSON

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[Verse 1]
[D]It'[G]s a[D] lo[G]ng[D]
road to [A]Coober Pedy
[G]Trying to [D]write a note [G]to you
You can [D]tell by the shaky [G]hands
It's not an [D]easy [A]thing to do
[G]You can [D]see by the smudgy paper
[G]there's [D]bulldust in [A]the [G]air
There's no [D]piece of cake on a [Bm]gravel road
[G]to wri[A]te you that I car[D]e[A][G]
But the [A]government will
tar the [D]road by [A]1988
[D]But for [A]poor old Bob and his [D]trucky mates
It's at [E]least ten years too [A]late
Still it got us to where they [D]mine
Those [A]sparkling milky jew[D]els
Where men can strike [A]it [G]rich
[A]Where [G]fate has struck at [A]fool
Well, we [D]drank and talked [A]to the loc[Bm]als
[G]And [D]ate at the Opal [G]Inn
The [D]vegetable soup I'm
[Bm]pleased to [G]say
Wasn't [D]out of a heated [A]tin[G]
And the [D]bowls were more [A]like gold [G]pans
And [D]boy, the broth [A]was great
[G]It re[D]minded me of my [Bm]grandma,
so I [A]ordered another [D]plate[A][G]
In a [A]dusty gleam -to [D]-town,
with a [A]dusty digger's [D]face
Where [A]you can find an [D]opal, Eddie,
[E]you can stand [A]the pace
Where you can be a min[D]er
no mat[A]ter what your race
[D]Where you can[A] dig a hol[Bm]e
an[A]d live and d[G]ie without a t[A]race
Well the [D]bloke at the local garage
[G]knew the tow[D]n he now despised
[G]He [D]said it really had cha[G]racter,
but now it's all [A]commercial[D][G]
Well I'm [D]blood [A]if I could see [G]it,
it had a [D]hell of a way to [G]go
But his [D]petrol was dear as [Bm]poison,[G]
so I [A]guess he ought [D]to know[A][G]
In a [A]dusty lean -to [D]town,
with a [A]dusty digger's [D]face
Where [A]you can find an [D]opal,
if you [E]can stand [A]the pace
Where you can be a [D]miner
no mat[A]ter what your [D]age
Where you can dig a [Bm]hole
an[A]d live and d[G]ie without a t[A]race
Well the [D]blacks call
them whitefel[A]la burrows
[G]Like [D]anthills everywhere
[G]And blo[D]wers pop through those
[G]sandstone dumps
Lookin' like [D]hammerheads in the [G]air
In the [D]middle of nothing but [G]saltbush
It's [D]alien [A]and it's [G]rare
There's no [D]piece of cake on a [Bm]gravel road
[G]To wri[A]te you that I car[D]e[A][G]
In a [A]dusty lean -to [D]town
With a [A]dusty figure's [D]face,
where [A]you can find an [D]opal
If [E]you can stand [A]the place,
where you can be a miner
[D]No mat[A]ter what your rac[D]e,
where you can dig a [G]hole
[A]We'll live and [G]die without
[A]dreams

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