Rod Stewart - Tom trauberts blues waltzing matilda

^CWasted and wounded, it ^Gain’t what the moon did, I’ve ^Amgot what I ^Dpaid for ^Gnow. ^{D7 G C}See you tomorrow, hey, ^GFrank, can I borrow a ^Acouple of ^A7bucks from ^Dyou ^D7to go

^GWaltzing Ma^D7tilda, ^Gwaltzing Ma^Ctilda, ^Gyou’ll go waltzing, Ma^Amtilda, with ^Dme.

I’m an ^Cinnocent victim of a ^Gblinded alley, and I’m ^Amtired of all these ^Dsoldiers ^Ghere. ^{D7 G C}No one speaks English and ev^Gerything’s broken, and my ^Astrength is ^A7soaking a^Dway ^D7to go

^GWaltzing Ma^D7tilda, ^Gwaltzing Ma^Ctilda, ^Gyou’ll go waltzing, Ma^Amtilda, with ^Dme.

Now I’ve ^Clost my St. Christopher, ^Gnow that I’ve kissed her and the ^Amone-armed ^Dbandit ^Gknows.^{D7 G} And the ^Cmaverick Chinaman with the ^Gcold blooded sigh, and the ^Agirls down ^A7by the ^Dstriptease ^D7shows go

^GWaltzing Ma^D7tilda, ^Gwaltzing Ma^Ctilda, ^Gyou’ll go waltzing, Ma^Amtilda, with ^Dme.

No, I ^Cdon’t want your sympathy, the ^Gfugitives say, that the ^Amstreets aren’t for ^Ddreaming ^Gnow.^{D7 G C}Manslaughter dragnets and the ^Gghosts that sell memories, what a ^Apiece of the ^A7action, ^Dany^D7how go

^GWaltzing Ma^D7tilda, ^Gwaltzing Ma^Ctilda, ^Gyou’ll go waltzing, Ma^Amtilda, with ^Dme.

And it’s a ^Cbattered old suitcase in a ^Ghotel someplace, and a ^Amwound that will ^Dnever h^Geal, ^{D7 G C}no primadonnas, the ^Gperfume is on and an ^Amold shirt that is ^Dstained with ^Gblood ^D7and whis^Gkey. And it’s ^Cgood-night for the street-sweepers, the night^Gwatchmen, flame-keepers, and ^Amgoodnight, ^DMatilda,^G too. ^{D7 G C}Goodnight^C/G Mat^D7ilda, ^Gtoo.