G A D G D A D A 

[Verse 1]
  D                                                    A
I sit at night beneath the stars, where gentle breezes blow
                                                         D
Or stroll around that part of town, where magic lanterns glow
   F#                       Bm        F#              G
An old beer garden comes to life, the crowd begins to sway
            A     D         G         D      A     D
I'm waitin' for a friend of mine, who had to go away

[Chorus]
    G   A             D        G        A      D
And somewhere there's dancing, under an Indian moon
G       A      D        G          D      A        D
Pickin' up old pearling shells on another night in Broome

[Turnaround]
G A D G D A D A

[Verse 2]
  D                                               A
I turn my back on station life and headed for the sea
                                                      D
Where fishing boats and travellers made ancient mystery
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And island traders wander by, there's java in the air
          A        D           G              D          A  D
And music drifting through the trees could be miles from anywhere

[Chorus]
       G   A             D        G        A      D
But if somewhere there's dancing, under an Indian moon
G       A      D        G          D      A        D
Pickin' up old pearling shells on another night in Broome

[Turnaround]
G A D G D A D A

[Verse 3]
  D                                                   A
I watched the silver water fade and catch the setting sun
                                                       D
Out where the dreaming spirits whispers songs for everyone
        F#               Bm          F#              G
Then an old red ute goes rolling by, headin' for the plain
         A      D         G           D      A     D
Going to meet a friend of mine, who's coming home again

[Chorus]
       G   A             D        G        A      D
But if somewhere there's dancing, under an Indian moon
G       A      D        G          D      A        D
Pickin' up old pearling shells on another night in Broome
       G   A             D        G        A      D
But if somewhere there's dancing, under an Indian moon
G       A      D        G          D      A        D
Pickin' up old pearling shells on another night in Broome