From Little Things chords and lyrics - THE WAIFS

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[Verse 1]
Thank you.
[G]John Butler has
entered the building.
We all lost you there for a minute,
didn't we?
Yes, isn't that funny?
Follow the gazes.
That's John.
In the middle of the song,
we're just looking out
and everyone's go[Bm]ing...
[G]It's happened a lot on this
tour.
We were checking at the airport
the other day
and I was talking to the guy
and he was, you know, yes ma 'am,
please put your bags on
and you're a bit overweight.
I mean, the baggage was.
No, and he put the bags through
and then he suddenly went...
And he went to the woman
next to him.
It's John Butler.
And I watched him
and he just sort of forgot about me.
like I'm done
There's your boarding pass miss
and and he just sat there
and he was visibly shaking his boots
and John came
[D]It's the [G]next in line. He goes
Can I help you sir?
We'd like to invite John on stage
to play a song for us
this is sung by Paul Kelly
and [Em]Kev Carmody[Bm][D][G][Em][Bm]
[D][Bm][G][Em][Bm][D][G][Em][Bm]
[D]Gat[G]her round peo[Em]ple,
let [Bm]me tell you a story
[D]An [G]eight year long [Em]story of [Bm]power and pride
[D]British[G] Lord Vestey and[Em]
[Bm]Vincent Langaree
[D]were [G]op posite men,
[Em]on opp[Bm]osite si[D]des[G][Em][Bm][D][G][Em][Bm]
[D]
See, [G]Vestey was fat,
[Em]full of mone[Bm]y and muscle
[D]Bee[G]f was his business,
[Em]broa[Bm]d was his door[D]
[G]Vincent was [Em]lame, he [Bm]spoke very [D]little
[Bm]He h[G]ad no bank balan[Em]ce,
hard [Bm]dirt was his [D]floor
[G]From [Em]little things, [Bm]big things g[D]row
[G]From [Em]little things,
[Bm]big [G]things g[D]row[G][Em][Bm][D][G][Em][Bm][D]
Gor[G]inji were work[Em]ing for
[Bm]nothing but ration[D]s
For [G]once they had gathered
[Em]the wealth o[Bm]f the la[D]nd
And [G]daily the pres[Em]sures got
[Bm]tighter and tighter
[D]Gar[G]inger decided the[Em]y must tak[Bm]e a stand
[D]They got[G] their swa[Em]gs and they
[Bm]started [G]off walk[D]ing
And [G]at Waddy Creek [Em]they
[Bm]sat themselves down
[D]Now it [G]don't sound like [Em]much
but they [Bm]sure got tons [D]talking
Back [G]at the homestead [Em]and
[Bm]then in the town
[D]From [G]lit[Em]tle things, big[Bm] thin[G]gs gro[D]w[G][Em][Bm][G][D][G][Em]
[Bm][G][D][Em][G][Em][Bm][G][D][G][Em][Bm][D]
[G][Em][Bm]
[D]Vestim[G]an sai[Em]d,
look [Bm]I'll double [D]your wages
Sev[G]en quid a [Em]week,
[Bm]you'll have in your [D]hand
Vin[G]cent said, nah [Em]-uh,
we ain't talk[Bm]ing about wages
[D]We're sittin[G]g right here
[Em]till [Bm]we get our land
[D]Ves[G]timan [Em]rode and the [Bm]Ves
timan [D]thundered
You don't [G]stand [Em]a chance
of a [Bm]stingering snark
[D]And the[G]n said if we fal[Em]l,
[Bm]oth ers are rising
[G]From [Em]little things [Bm]big things grow
[D]From lit[G]tle thi[Em]ngs big[Bm] things gr[G]ow[D]
From [G]little [Em]things [Bm]big things grow
[D]From lit[G]tle thi[Em]ngs big[Bm] things gr[G]ow[D][G][Em][Bm]
[D][G][Em][Bm][D][G][Em][Bm][D][G]
[Em][Bm]
[D]So [G]Vincent Langar[Em]i,
he [Bm]boarded an air[D]plane,
he [G]landed in [Em]Sydney, [Bm]a big city of lights.
[D]And [G]daily he went [Em]round
softly speak[Bm]ing his story
[D]To [G]all types [Em]of men,
from [Bm]all walks o[D]f life
And [G]Vincent sat down
[Bm]with those big politicians
[D]They said, [G]look mate, [Em]this affair,
[Bm]it's a matter of state
[D]Let us [G]sort it out
[Em]while your [Bm]people go hungry
[D]Vincent [G]said, nuh[Em] -uh,
we know [Bm]how to waste
[D]Fro[G]m lit[Em]tle things, big[Bm] things gro[D]w
[G]From [Em]little things, [Bm]big things g[D]row
From [G]little [Em]things, [Bm]big things grow
[D]Fro[G]m lit[Em]tle things,
[Bm]big things[G] g[D]row
[G]Vincent Langari,
[Em]he returne[Bm]d in an airplane
[D]Back [G]to his country,
[Em]once more [Bm]to sit down
[D]He tol[G]d his peo[Em]ple,
let the [Bm]stars keep on turnin'
[D]We got [G]friends in the [Em]south,
in the [Bm]cities [D]and towns
[G]Eight years went [Em]by,
eight [Bm]long years of [D]waitin'
Till one [G]day a tall stranger
[Em]appeared [Bm]in the land
[D]His [G]name was Whitlam,
[Em]and he came to g[Bm]reat ceremony
[D]Through [G]Vincent's fingers,
[Em]throwing a handf[Bm]ul of sand
[D]Fro[G]m lit[Em]tle things, big[Bm] thin[G]gs gro[D]w
[G]From [Em]little things, [Bm]big things grow
[D]From [G]little [Em]things, big [Bm]thing[G]s grow
[D]From lit[G]tle thi[Em]ngs, big thin[Bm]gs g[G]row[D][G][Em][Bm][G][D]
[G][Em][Bm][G][D][G][Em][Bm][D][G][Em][Bm]
[D]But [G]this is a story [Em]of V[Bm]incent Langari[D]
But [G]this is [Em]a story of [Bm]something much more
[D]Our pow[G]er and privile[Em]ge can
[Bm]not move a people
[D]Who [G]know where they stand
[Em]And stan[Bm]d in their[G] love[D]
[G]From [Em]little things, [Bm]big [G]things g[D]row
[G]From [Em]little things, [Bm]big things[G] g[D]row
From [G]little [Em]things, big [Bm]things grow
[D]From lit[G]tle thi[Em]ngs, big[Bm] things g[G]row[D]
[G]From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow.
From little things, big things grow.
From little things, big things grow.
John Butler. Thank
you everyone.
That's called a live fade out.
Thank you.