C	F
Well I'm	off down the road every	morning bout eight

	C	C7
Going	down to my job, and it's a	job that I hate

	F	Fm	C	A7
Hacking,	cutting, gutting mutton	gut on a	contract	basis

	D7	G7
I	climb into my overalls and	take my place as

	C	F
The	boss comes along, he	tells me that

	C	C7
I've got to	strip and clip a stomach every	second flat

	F	Fm	C	A7
So I	bust a gut	just to get the	job all	done

	D7	G7	C
Cleaning	hacking cutting mutton gut until the	cows come	home, so…

	F
	Sling em here, sling em there

	C	C7
Those	guts keep a-coming in from	everywhere

	F	Fm	C	A7
I'm	up to my	elbows in this	dark green	ooze

	D7	G7	C	F C G
I've got	the slashing cutting	bust-a-gut	ting	Gutboard Blues

Now down through the chute with a slosh and a slop

Those sheep guts drop and never seem to stop

So I grab myself a stomach, I slit it wide

Then I trim it and I scrape it till it's clean inside

Then I turn on the hose and let the water run

Toss it on the pile, and that's another one done

The pace is hot, I stop a spot and mop my brow

And my face has all been covered up with grass by now, so…

	F
	Sling em here, sling em there

	C	C7
Those	guts keep a-coming in from	everywhere

I've gotta have the money, and a beggar can't choose

I've got the sloshing slopping never-stopping Gutboard Blues

I got hydrochloric acid eating into my head

My hair's turning green and I smell like I'm dead

There's fellas all around me sloshing juice on my knees

And the temperature's a-hitting bout a hundred degrees

I've had a gutsfull of guts, I'm telling you true

I don't think I could stomach one more ewe

It's a way of making money and a living, but…

Sheep… I hate your guts, so…

	F
	Sling em here, sling em there

	C	C7
Those	guts keep a-coming in from	everywhere

How else can I afford to live the life that I choose

Without those acid-burning, stomach-churning, money-earning Gutboard Blues