Joe Maguire's Pub

Oh I wandered into Tamworth from a station in the scrub
And settled on a bar-stool down in Joe Maguire’s pub
From the moment that I walked in there and bought myself a beer
I felt at ease and welcome in a friendly atmosphere
Oh the bar is plain and simple there’s no tiles or polished brass
And the customers are mostly of the solid working class
The old pub gets over-crowded every sale day in the town
When the auctioneers and squatters and the stockmen gather round
The arrangement of the bottles on the shelf behind the bar
May not be in order like some fancy hotels are
And his way of keeping bank notes in a sack of calico
Would be scoffed at by accountants but it seems all right with Joe
Now Joseph has arranged it to the audience’s delight
Country music playin' in the lounge on Friday night
Oh the entertainers may not get a hearing in a club
But the drinkers sure applaud them
Down at Joe Maguire’s pub
Now young Patrick on the bar staff serves you with a pleasant smile
And Joe afronts the old place in a free and easy style
And if you’re in town try their tucker old mate its first class grub
And you know the beers one cent cheaper
Down at Joe Maguire’s pub
Oh he’s been around a long time he’ll be round a long time yet
And he runs the kind of pub I like an' so will you I bet
So I tell you fellow bushmen when you’re in town from the scrub
Oh you’ll really find a welcome down in Joe Maguire’s pub
Yes I wandered into Tamworth from a station in the scrub
And settled on a bar-stool down at Joe Maguire’s pub
From the moment that I walked in there and bought myself a beer