Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen)

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[G]Wasted and wounded,
it [D]ain't what the moon did
[Em]Got what I p[A]aid for [D]now
[G]See ya tomorrow, hey [D]Frank can I borrow
A [E]couple of bucks from [A]you?
To go [D]waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 2]
I'm an [G]innocent victim of a [D]blinded alley
And I'm [Em]tired of all these [A]soldiers [D]here
[G]No one speaks English
and [D]everything's broken
And my [E]Stacys are soaking [A]wet
To go [D]waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 3]
Now the [G]dogs are barking
and the [D]taxi cab's parking
A [Em]lot they can d[A]o for [D]me
I [G]begged you to stab me,
you [D]tore my shirt open
And I'm [E]down on my knees to[A]night
Old [G]Bushmill's I staggered,
you [D]buried the dagger
Your [E]silhouette window [A]light
To go [D]waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 4]
Now I [G]lost my Saint Christopher
[D]now that I've kissed her
And the [Em]one-armed [A]bandit [D]knows
And the [G]maverick Chinaman
and the [D]cold-blooded signs
And the [Em]girls down by the [A]strip-tease shows
Go, [D]waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 5]
No, I [G]don't want your sympathy
[D]The fugitives say
that the [Em]streets aren't for [A]dreaming [D]now
[G]Manslaughter dragnets
and the [D]ghosts that sell memories
They want a [Em]piece of the action [A]anyhow
Go, [D]waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 6]
And you can [G]ask any sailor
and the [D]keys from the jailor
And the [Em]old men in w[A]heelchairs k[D]now
That Ma[G]thilda's the defendant,
she [D]killed about a hundred
And she [Em]follows wherever [A]you may go
[D]Waltzing Ma[A]thilda, [D]waltzing Ma[G]thilda
[D]You'll go a-waltzing Ma[Em]thilda with [A]me

[Verse 7]
And it's a [G]battered old suitcase
to a [D]hotel someplace
And a [Em]wound that will [A]never [D]heal
[G]No prima donna, the [D]perfume is on
An old [Em]shirt that is [A]stained
with [D]blood and whiskey
And good[G]night to the street sweepers
The [D]night watchman flame keepers
and good[Em]night Ma[A]thilda

[Outro 1]
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