Tom Traubert's Blues

Wasted and wounded And it ain't what the moon did I got what I paid for now See you tomorrow Hey, Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing Matilda with me 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 strength is soaking away To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me Now I've lost my St. Christopher Now that I kissed her And the one-arm bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman With the cold-blooded sigh And the girls down by the striptease shows go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me No I don't want your sympathy, fugitives say That the streets aren't for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnet And the ghost that sells memories Want a piece of the action anyhow Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing Matilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace And a wound that would never heal No prima donnas the perfume is on And old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And it's goodnight to the street-sweepers The night watchmen flame-keepers And goodnight Matilda too Goodnight Matilda too