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Intro:
F Gm7 F/A Bb
F/A G7 C7
Bb F/A Gm7 C7 F C7/G F/A
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now
Bb F/A G9 C7
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
F Gm7 F/A Bb
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
F/A Gm7 C7
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Verse 2
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open,
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
In your silhouette window light go
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Gm7 C7 F Gm7 F7/A
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
Bb F/A
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
Gm7 C7 F
And goodnight to Mathilda, too
Gm7 F/A Bb F/A Gm7 C7 F
Anders Mikkelsen
andersam@imv.aau.dk
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