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I remember respectfully like others before me
    A                                                                
All those folk who fell in the war
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And I hear you singing songs of lamentation
      A                          D                                    
But I don?t wish to hear them no more
A                                               G                     A
What did you do in the time of the war? It?s a question asked by everyone
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I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton
                                                                    
            G                        D
   So don?t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
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   Don?t tell me I tried, don?t tell me I failed
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   For all I recall is the scorn of the women
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   And a white feather that I received in the mail
                                                                    
    G                     D                                       
I remember the day I went down to enlist
         A                                                          
And they said ?Read this chart on the wall?
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I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor
      A                                                       D       
As he said to me: ?That will be all. Thank you very much?
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Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry
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For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps
      A                              D                                
And a good soldier he must have good eyes
                                                                    
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        G                          D                               
Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim
        A                                                            
Whether worn down or beaten a death?s still a death
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And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties
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I pray for my very last breath
    A                                                                
You know I have nothing against those who fought
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But for Christ?s sake we do what we can
            G                          D                              
And there?s more than one way that you can skin a cat
            A                                   D                     
And there?s more than one way you can cripple a man
                                                                    
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