Tom Traubert's Blues (Waltzing Matilda)
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Текст песни ROD STEWART - Tom Traubert's Blues (Waltzing Matilda)
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(Tom Waits)<br /><br />Wasted and wounded<br />And it ain't what the moon did<br />I got what I paid for now<br />See you tomorrow<br />Hey Frank can I borrow<br />( )<br />A couple of bucks from you<br />To go waltzing Matilda waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go waltzing Matilda with me<br /><br />I'm an innocent victim<br />of a blinded alley<br />And I'm tired of all these soldiers here<br />No-one speaks English<br />And everything's broken<br />And my strength is soaking away<br />To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go a waltzing Malitda with me<br /><br />Now the dogs they are barking <br />and the taxi cab's parking<br />A lot they can do for me<br />I begged you to stab me<br />You tore my shirt open<br />And I'm down on my knees tonight<br /><br />Old bushmills I staggered<br />You buried the dagger<br />Your silhouette window light<br />To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me<br /><br />Now I've lost my St. Christopher<br />Now that I kissed her<br />And the one-arm bandit knows<br />And the maverick Chinaman<br />with the cold-blooded sigh<br />And the girls down by the striptease shows go<br />Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me<br /><br />No I don't want your sympathy<br />Fugitives say<br />that the streets aren't for dreaming now<br />Manslaughter dragnet<br />and the ghost that sells memories<br />Want a piece of the action anyhow<br />Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go waltzing Matilda with me<br /><br />And you can ask any sailor<br />And the keys from the jailor<br />And the old men in wheelchairs know<br />That Matilda's the defendant<br />She killed about a hundred<br />And she follows wherever you may go<br />Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda<br />You'll go waltzing Matilda with me<br /><br />And it's a battered old suitcase<br />in a hotel someplace<br />And a wound that would never heal<br />No prima donnas the perfume is on<br />and old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey<br />And goodnight to the street-sweepers,<br />The night watchmen flame-keepers<br />And goodnight Matilda too<br />Goodnight Matilda too.<br />