Tom Trauberts Blues

	  		Intro: 
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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 
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See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you 
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To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,  
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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  
 
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Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey 
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And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers 
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And goodnight to Mathilda, too 
 
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