Rod Stewart – Tom Trauberts Blues Waltzing Matilda (Guitar)

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Wasted and wounded, and it ain’t what the moon did,

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I’ve got what I paid for now.

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See you tomorrow, hey, Frank, can I borrow

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a couple of bucks from you, to go

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Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,

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You’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.

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I’m an innocent victim of a blinded alley,

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and I’m tired of all these soldiers here.

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No one speaks English and everything’s broken,

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and my strength is soaking away to go

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Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,

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You’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.

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Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher, now that I’ve kissed her

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and the one-armed bandit knows.

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And the maverick Chinaman with the cold blooded sigh,

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and the girls down by the striptease shows go

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Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,

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You’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.

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Now, I don’t want your sympathy, the fugitives say,

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that the streets ain't for dreaming now.

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Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,

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what a piece of the action, anyhow go

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Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,

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You’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.

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And it’s a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace,

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and a wound that would never heal,

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No primadonnas, the perfume is on

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An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey.

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And it’s good-night to the street-sweepers,

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the nightwatchmen, flame-keepers,

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and goodnight, Matilda, too.

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               Goodnight Matilda, too.