歌曲 | Waltzing Matilda (Live) |
歌手 | John Fahey |
专辑 | Live In Tasmania |
Tom Traubert’s Blues - Waltzing Matilda | |
Tom Waits | |
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did | |
I've got what I paid for now | |
See you tomorrow | |
hey Frank, can I borrow | |
a couple of bucks from you, to go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Stacys are soaking wet | |
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
Now the dogs are barking | |
And the taxi cab's parking | |
A lot they can do for me | |
I begged you to stab me | |
You tore my shirt open | |
And I'm down on my knees tonight | |
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger | |
In your silhouette window light | |
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've 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, to go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say | |
That the streets aren't for dreaming now | |
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories | |
They want a piece of the action anyhow go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor | |
And the old men in wheelchairs know | |
And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred | |
And she follows wherever you may go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
And it's 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 Matilda too |
Tom Traubert' s Blues Waltzing Matilda | |
Tom Waits | |
Wasted and wounded, it ain' t what the moon did | |
I' ve got what I paid for now | |
See you tomorrow | |
hey Frank, can I borrow | |
a couple of bucks from you, to go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Stacys are soaking wet | |
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
Now the dogs are barking | |
And the taxi cab' s parking | |
A lot they can do for me | |
I begged you to stab me | |
You tore my shirt open | |
And I' m down on my knees tonight | |
Old Bushmill' s I staggered, you' d bury the dagger | |
In your silhouette window light | |
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I' ve kissed her | |
And the onearmed bandit knows | |
And the maverick Chinamen, and the coldblooded signs | |
And the girls down by the striptease shows, to go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
No, I don' t want your sympathy, the fugitives say | |
That the streets aren' t for dreaming now | |
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories | |
They want a piece of the action anyhow go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor | |
And the old men in wheelchairs know | |
And Mathilda' s the defendant, she killed about a hundred | |
And she follows wherever you may go | |
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
And it' s 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 Matilda too |