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From: Andy Gray [andy@misterg.demon.co.uk]
Sent: Sunday, December 28, 1997 8:19 PM
>From: I can resist anything but temptation
>Subject: CHDS -- Waltzing Matida, the Pogues
later additions by Andy Gray (andy@misterg.demon.co.uk)
Song: Waltzing Matida
Artist: the Pogues
The song has the same basic chord structure through the whole song.
THere are 3 chords - E, A, and D.
It goes like this.
Intro: A A A
D (xx0232@1) AWhen (x02220@1)I was a young man, I carried my pack.
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I lived the free life, of a rover.
E (022100@1) D>From (xx0232@1)the Murray's green basin,
ATo (x02220@1)the dusty outback,
E (022100@1) AI (x02220@1)waltzed my matilda all over.
E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AThen (x02220@1)in 1915, my country said "son"
E (022100@1) D"It's (xx0232@1)time to stop rambling,"
A"Cos (x02220@1)there's work to be done."
DSo (xx0232@1)they gave me a tin hat,
AAnd (x02220@1)they gave me a gun,
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they sent me away to the war.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda,
D (xx0232@1) EAs (022100@1)we sailed away from the quay.
DAnd (xx0232@1)amidst all the cheers,
AAnd (x02220@1)the shouts and the tears,
E (022100@1) AWe (x02220@1)sailed off for Galipoli
D (xx0232@1) AHow (x02220@1)well I remember that terrible day,
E (022100@1) Awhen (x02220@1)the blood stained the sand and the water.
E (022100@1) DAnd (xx0232@1)how in that hell
Athat (x02220@1)they called Souvla Bay
E (022100@1) AWe (x02220@1)were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AJohnny (x02220@1)Turkey was ready, He'd primed himself well.
E (022100@1) DHe (xx0232@1)showered us with bullets,
AAnd (x02220@1)he rained us with shells.
DAnd (xx0232@1)in five minutes flat,
Ahe'd (x02220@1)blown us all to hell.
E (022100@1) ANearly (x02220@1)blew us right back to Australia.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda,
D (xx0232@1) EAs (022100@1)we stopped to bury our slain.
DAnd (xx0232@1)we buried ours
Aand (x02220@1)the Turks buried theirs,
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)it started all over again.
D (xx0232@1) ANow (x02220@1)those who were living, Did their best to survive,
E (022100@1) AIn (x02220@1)that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.
E (022100@1) DAnd (xx0232@1)for seven long weeks,
AI (x02220@1)kept myself alive,
E (022100@1) AAs (x02220@1)the corpses around me piled higher.
E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AThen (x02220@1)a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.
E (022100@1) DAnd (xx0232@1)when I awoke
Ain (x02220@1)my hospital bed,
DAnd (xx0232@1)saw what it had done,
AChrist (x02220@1)I wished I was dead.
E (022100@1) ANever (x02220@1)knew there were worse things than dying.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,
D (xx0232@1) ETo (022100@1)the green bushes so far and near.
DFor (xx0232@1)to hang tent and pegs
AA (x02220@1)man needs two legs.
E (022100@1) ANo (x02220@1)more Waltzing Matilda for me.
D (xx0232@1) ASo (x02220@1)they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they sent us back home to Australia.
E (022100@1) DThe (xx0232@1)legless, the armless,
Athe (x02220@1)blind and insane.
E (022100@1) AThose (x02220@1)proud wounded heroes of Souvla
E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
E (022100@1) DI (xx0232@1)looked at the place
Awhere (x02220@1)my legs used to be.
DAnd (xx0232@1)thank Christ, there was nobody
Awaiting (x02220@1)for me,
E (022100@1) ATo (x02220@1)grieve and to mourn and to pity.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band played Waltzing Matilda,
D (xx0232@1) EAs (022100@1)they carried us down the gangway.
DBut (xx0232@1)nobody cheered,
AThey (x02220@1)just stood and stared,
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)they turned their faces away.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)now every April, I sit on my porch,
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I watch the parades pass before me.
E (022100@1) DI (xx0232@1)see my old comrades,
AHow (x02220@1)proudly they march.
E (022100@1) AReliving (x02220@1)the dreams of past glory.
E (022100@1) D (xx0232@1) AI (x02220@1)see the old men, all twisted and torn.
E (022100@1) DThe (xx0232@1)forgotten heroes
Aof (x02220@1)a forgotten war.
DAnd (xx0232@1)the young people ask me,
AWhat (x02220@1)are they marching for?
E (022100@1) AAnd (x02220@1)I ask my self the same question.
D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
D (xx0232@1) EAnd (022100@1)the old men still answer the call.
DBut (xx0232@1)year after year,
ATheir (x02220@1)numbers get fewer,
E (022100@1) ASomeday (x02220@1)no-one will march there at all.
A (x02220@1) DWaltzing (xx0232@1)Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
A (x02220@1) EWho'll (022100@1)come a waltzing matilda with me?
Outro: A A E A
Turtyl--emyers31@maine.maine.edu "I can resist anyhting but temptation!"
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Life without Love is like a tree without blossoms and fruit. And love
without Beauty is like flowers without scent and fruit without seeds...
Life, Love, and Beauty are three persons in one, who cannot be seperated
or changed.
-Kahlil Gibran
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