Eric Bogle - Waltzing My Matilda Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
GWhen I was a Cyoung man I Dcarried my Gpack GAnd I lived the free Dlife of a Crover G GFrom the Murrays green Cbasin to the Ddusty outGback GI waltzed my MatDilda all oGver GThen in Dnineteen fifteen my Ccountry said GSon GIt's Dtime to stop rambling 'cause there's Cwork to be Gdone GSo they gave me a Ctin hat and they Dgave me a Ggun GAnd they sent me Daway to the Cwar G GAnd the band played CWaltzing MaGtilda GAs we sailed Caway from the Dquay And Camidst all the tears and the sGhouts and the cCheers We Gsailed off for DGallipoCli G GHow well I Cremember that Dterrible Gday GWhen the blood stained the Dsand and the Cwater G GAnd how in that Chell that they cDalled Suvla GBay GWe were butchered like Dlambs at the Cslaughter G GJohnny DTurk he was ready, he Cprimed himself Gwell He Dshot us with bullets, he Crained us with Gshells GAnd in five minutes Cflat he'd blown us Dall to hGell GNearly blew us right Dback to CAustralia G GAnd the band played CWaltzing GMatilda GAs we stopped to Cbury our Dslain CWe buried ours and the GTurks buried Ctheirs CAnd it Gstarted all Dover CagainG GNow those who were Cliving did their Dbest to Gsurvive GIn that mad world of Ddeath, blood and CfireG GAnd for seven long Cweeks I kept Dmyself aGlive WGhile the corpses aDround me piled Chigher G GThen a big DTurkish shell knocked me Carse over Gtit And Dwhen I woke up in my Chospital Gbed GAnd saw what it had Cdone, Christ I Dwished I was Gdead GNever knew there were wDorse things than Cdying G GFor no more I'll go Cwaltzing GMatilda GTo the green bushes Cso far and Dnear DFor to Chang tent and pegs, a Gman needs two Clegs CNo more Gwaltzing DMatilda for Cme G GSo they collected the cCripples, the Dwounded, the Gmaimed GAnd they shipped us back Dhome to CAustralia G GThe legless, Cthe armless, Dthe blind, the inGsane GThose proud wounded Dheroes of CSuvla G GAnd as our Dship pulled into CCircular GQuay I Dlooked at the place where my Clegs used to Gbe GAnd thank Christ there was Cnobody wDaiting for Gme GTo grieve and to Dmourn and to Cpity G GAnd the band played CWaltzing GMatilda GAs they carried us Cdown the Dgangway But Cnobody cheered, they just Gstood and Cstared Then Gturned all their Dfaces aCway G GAnd now every CApril I Dsit on my Gporch GAnd I watch the Dparade pass Cbefore me G GI see my old Ccomrades, how Dproudly they Gmarch GReliving the Ddreams of past Cglory G I Dsee the old men, all Ctwisted and Gtorn The Dforgotten heroes of a Cforgotten Gwar GAnd the young people Cask me, "What are Dthey marching Gfor?" GAnd I ask Dmyself the same Cquestion G GAnd the band plays CWaltzing GMatilda GAnd the old men still Canswer the Dcall But Cyear after year their Gnumbers get Cfewer Some day Gno one will Dmarch there at Call G GWaltzing Matilda, CWaltzing Matilda GWho'll go a wCaltzing GMatilda with Dme And their Gghosts may be Dheard As they Gmarch beside the Cbillabong GWho'll come a waltzing DMatilda with Gme

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