Up and down the line. Composed by Marty Atchison ©1979 recorded by the Dead Livers Intro – Em D Em D [G] Country bands sure like fine in their [Em] silk and golden suits [D] Flash guitars and cowboy hats and [Em] diamond studded boots But [G] that kinda side don’t cut with us you see [Em] we’re just human beings [D] Hate a smoke and a toke and a joke and a [Em] ten ounce pot of beer Chorus: [G]Playing country [D]music [C]up and down the [Em] line [G]Was a time I [D] thought we’d make it [C] but that’s passed us [Em] by And we [G] play that country [D] music, [C] till the day --- we [Em] die Em D From Tamworth down to Warrnambool from Rutherglen to Jung We met some mates and we drank some beer and then we moved along And that white line fever well it never seems to leave you when as you haul along that load It’s another town and another gig then back out on the road (at the weekend) Chorus Solo to verse Well that work gets thin and it’s a pretty safe bet I’ll never be a millionaire But the more you get is the more you want so I don’t really care As long as my woman stays with me and there’s a roof over my head I got a big fat belly and a black and white telly and a nice warm cosy bed Chorus Outro – Em D [Thanks to Michael Schack for tabs] Up and down the line. Composed by Marty Atchison ©1979 recorded by the Dead Livers Intro – Em D Em D [G] Country bands sure like fine in their [Em] silk and golden suits [D] Flash guitars and cowboy hats and [Em] diamond studded boots But [G] that kinda side don’t cut with us you see [Em] we’re just human beings [D] Hate a smoke and a toke and a joke and a [Em] ten ounce pot of beer Chorus: [G]Playing country [D]music [C]up and down the [Em] line
[G]Was a time I [D] thought we’d make it [C] but that’s passed us [Em] by And we [G] play that country [D] music, [C] till the day --- we [Em] die Em D From Tamworth down to Warrnambool from Rutherglen to Jung We met some mates and we drank some beer and then we moved along And that white line fever well it never seems to leave you when as you haul along that load It’s another town and another gig then back out on the road (at the weekend) Chorus Solo to verse Well that work gets thin and it’s a pretty safe bet I’ll never be a millionaire But the more you get is the more you want so I don’t really care As long as my woman stays with me and there’s a roof over my head I got a big fat belly and a black and white telly and a nice warm cosy bed Chorus Outro – Em D [Thanks to Michael Schack for tabs]