Tom TR Aubert S blues

Wasted and wounded, it aint what the moon did
Ive got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go Waltzing Mathilda , Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
Im an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And Im tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and every things broken
And my stacks are soaking wet
To go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And Im down on my knees tonight
Old bush mills I staggered, you buried the dagger in
Your silhouette window light
To go Waltzing Mathilda , Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that Ive kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the Maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
No, I dont want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets arent for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow go
Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailer
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Youll go Waltzing Mathilda with me
And its a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No Prima Donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Mathilda too