G D7 G C   G A D

[Verse 1]
C                      G
Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did,
     Am         D        G    D7 G
I’ve got what I paid for now.
C                      G
See you tomorrow, hey, Frank, can I borrow
  A         A7         D   D7
a couple of bucks from you to go


[Chorus]
G          D7     G          C
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
G                     Am          D
you’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.


[Verse 2]
       C                    G
I’m an innocent victim of a blinded alley,
        Am                 D        G     D7 G
and I’m tired of all these soldiers here.
C                           G
No one speaks English and everything’s broken,
       A           A7       D   D7
and my strength is soaking away to go

[Chorus]
G          D7     G          C
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
G                     Am          D
you’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.


[Verse 3]
         C                        G
Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher, now that I’ve kissed her
        Am        D      G     D7 G
and the one-armed bandit knows.
        C                          G
And the maverick Chinaman with the cold blooded sigh,
        A          A7     D          D7
and the girls down by the striptease shows go

[Chorus]
G          D7     G          C
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
G                     Am          D
you’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.


[Verse 4]
      C                             G
No, I don’t want your sympathy, the fugitives say,
         Am                 D        G   D7 G
that the streets aren’t for dreaming now.
C                             G
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
       A            A7      D  D7
what a piece of the action, anyhow go

[Chorus]
G          D7     G          C
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
G                     Am          D
you’ll go waltzing, Matilda, with me.

[Verse 5]
           C                          G
And it’s a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace,
      Am              D      G    D7 G
and a wound that will never heal,
C                   G
no primadonnas, the perfume is on
       Am                D            G     D7      G
and an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey.
         C
And it’s good-night for the street-sweepers,
         G
the nightwatchmen, flame-keepers,
    Am         D       G     D7 G
and goodnight, Matilda, too.
C        C/G D7    G
Goodnight Matilda, too.