A Pub With No Beer Testo

A Pub With No BeerIt´s lonesome awayfrom your kindred and allBy the camp fire at nightwhere the wild dingoes call,But there´s nothing so lonesomeso morbid or drearThan to stand in a barof a pub with no beerNow the publican´s anxiousfor the quota to comeThere´s a far away lockon the face of the bumThe maid´s gone all crankyand the cook´s acting queerWhat a terrible placeis a pub with no beerThen the stock-man rides upwith his dry dusty throatHe breasts up to the barpulls a wat from his coatBut the smile on his facequickly turns to a sneerWhen the bar man said sadlythe pub´s got no beerTher´s a dog on the ´randa-hfor his master he waitsBut the boss is insidedrinking wine with his matesHe hurries for coverand cringes in fearIt´s no place for a doground a pub with no beerOld Billy the blacksimthfirst time in his lifeHas gone home cold soberto his darling wifeHe walks in the kitchenshe says you´re early me dearBut he breaks down and tells herthe pub´s got no beer