D A D G D A D Bm A D D A D I was talking to a swaggy yesterday G D His beard was long his hair was silver grey A D His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile Bm A D And here is what the old man had to say D A D ?You may think me most unusual my boy G D When I tell you straight that I am stony broke A D I tramp from year to year and I?ll drink all kinds of beer Bm A D But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke" D A D Now I?ll show you this here old terbacco tin G D The paint is gone the sides are dinted in A D But it?s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life Bm A D And to me it has always been a friend [Yodel] D A D G D A D Bm A D D A D I one time had a wife and everything A D But a stranger came and soon we were apart A D So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam Bm A D But nicotine has mended my old heart D A D I?ve got no use for money in my life G D You strive and struggle till it gets you down A D I tramp until I lag and then I?ll drop my swag Bm A D And I?ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round D A D When finally I reach the golden gates G D They say St Peter he?s a decent bloke A D If I?m taken with the blessed this will be my last request Bm A D I must have good terbaccy when I smoke D A D Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday G D And what he told me I?ll remember clear A D Trampin? out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees Bm A D And I reckon that he has the right idea. [Yodel] D A D G D A D Bm A D
