Standard (EADGBE)

 I was talking to a swaggy yesterday

 His beard was long his hair was silver grey

 His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile

 And here is what the old man had to say

 “You may think me most unusual my boy

 When I tell you straight that I am stony broke

 I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beer

 But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"

 Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tin

 The paint is gone the sides are dinted in

 But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life

 And to me it has always been a friend

 [Yodel]

 I one time had a wife and everything

 But a stranger came and soon we were apart

 So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam

 But nicotine has mended my old heart

 I’ve got no use for money in my life

 You strive and struggle till it gets you down

 I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swag

 And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round

 When finally I reach the golden gates

 They say St Peter he’s a decent bloke

 If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last request

 I must have good terbaccy when I smoke

 Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday

 And what he told me I’ll remember clear

Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees

 And I reckon that he has the right idea.

 [Yodel]