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Slim Dusty - Grandfather Johnson (Chord)
Submitter: G8A (0) on 8/30/09
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Grandfather Johnson  Slim Dusty.
Capo 1.

Intro
Friends most of my bush ballards are based on true stories
Id like to sing for you now a story that is 100% true
Because I know the family that grandfather Johnson lived with
And like most bush ballards and story songs these ballards explain 
Themselves as they move along


C                          F                   C                  G
Grandfather Johnson was an old blackman from a real proud race of men
     C                            F
When he was a child he heard them tell of butchers creek
     Dm                     G
And the story was old even then

Dm                         C
How the white man came and took over the land
C                             F
And the blood of the blackman mixed with white
F                             C             G
But grandfather Johnson was a fullblood man proud of his people and 
      C
their rights

Now grandfather Johnson was a tribal man he knew all the old hunting ways
He knew how to wield the nulla throw the killer boomerang 
And hed entertain the tourists everyday

And grandfather Johnson had a brand new suit a new hat for his snowy headed crown
But whenever the tourists where about to arrive he would change into his old hand me downs

When I asked him the reason he said son you ought to know
My old working clothes look better for the part
Im just old grandfather Johnson making boomerangs for sale id lose business if I went around looking smart

So he sold them boomerangs and taught them to throw 
And they bragged for months of seeing the real thing
When theyd gone grandpa dressed up took his money from a bag 
And smiled as he paid cash for a new gold ring

He would always bail me up when we met in town 
and hed bite me for some money or a smoke
oh but I cant forget the day I had to tell grandfather I was sorry
but I was stoney broke

he just nodded and emptied out his pockets
the notes and the silver flowed apace
with a twinkle in his eye he shoved the money in my hand
and laughed at the look upon my face

well grandfather Johnson died one year on walkabout in a strange land 
alone in the dark 
no one new his name or knew from where he came
they just found him dead one morning in the park

and they buried grandpa Johnson as a pauper
it was months and months before I even new 
I gave his money to the hungry clothes to the poor 
    G                       C
And his story Im giving to you
    G                       C
And his story Im giving to you
 
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