Bushwackers Band - And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda Chords

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_ When I [D] was a young [A] man I [A#] carried [F#m] a pack, _ [A] And I lived the free [E] life [A] of a rover. _
_ _ _ From the Murray's [D] green banks to [A] the dusty [E] _ [F#m] outback, _ [A] I waltzed me [E] Matilda [A] all over.
_ _ _ [Em] Then in _
[G#m] 1915 [E] the [F#m] [D] country said, [A] son, _ There's [E] no [F#] time [G#] for [E] roving, [F#] there's [D] work to be [G#] [E] done.
And [A] they gave me [D] a tin hat [F#m] and gave [C#m] me [F#m] a gun, _ And they [A] sent [E] me away to [A] the war. _ _
_ And the band played [Bm]
Waltzing _ [A] Matilda _ _ As our ship pulled [Bm] away from the [E] _
[B] quay.
[E] _ _ [A] And amidst all [D] the cheers, the flag [A] waving and [F#m] _
tears, We [A] sailed off [E] for _
_ [A] Gallipoli. _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh, well, I [D] _ remember [F#m] that [G#m] terrible [F#] day When [A] our blood [E] stained the sand and the [A] water. _
_ _ _ _ And how in [D] that hell that they [A] call Suvla [F#] Bay _ [A] We were butchered [E] like lambs at the [A]
slaughter.
_ _ _ [E] Johnny [F#m] Turk, he [G#m] was waiting, _ [D] he'd primed himself [C#m]
well, _ _ [E] [F#m] Showered us [G#m] with bullets [D] and rained us [E] with shell,
And [A] in ten [D] minutes flat [C#m] he'd blown us to [F#] hell.
_ _ _ _ [A] Nearly blew us [E] right back to [A] Australia, _ _ _ _ _ And the band [E] played Waltzing [A] _ Matilda. _
[E] _ [A] [F#m] As [A] we starved to [Bm] bury _ [E] the _ [F#m] [E] slain, _ _ _ _ [A] We buried _ [D] ours [A] and the Turks buried [F#] _ theirs.
Then [A] we started [E] all over _ [A]
again.
_ _ _ _ They collected [D] the _ cripples, the [A] [C#m] wounded and [F#] _ [F#m] maimed, And [A] they shipped us back [E] home to [A] Australia. _ _ _
_ _ The armless, [D] the legless, the [A] blind [C#m] and [F#] _ insane, [A] All the brave [E] wounded heroes [A] of Suvla. _
_ _ _ [E] And when [F#] our [E] ship pulled [F#] into [D] circular [A] quay, [E] And I looked [F#] at [E] the place [F#] where me legs used to [E] be,
I [A] thanked Christ there [D] was nobody [C#] _ waiting [F#m] for me To [A] grieve and [E] to mourn [A] and to pity. _ _ _ _
And the band [E] played Waltzing [A] _ Matilda _ _ As they carried [F#m] us down the [E] gangway. _
[G#m] _ _ [E] But [A] _ nobody [D] _
cheered, they [F#m] just stood [G#] there [F#m] and stared, _ And [A] then [E] turned their faces _ [A] away. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ So now [D] every April I [A] sit on [C#m] my [F#] porch, [F#m] [A] And I watch the [E]
parade pass [A] before me, _ _ _
And I see my old [D] comrades, how [A] proudly [F#] they [F#m] march, _ [A]
Reliving [E] old dreams [A] and past glory. _
_ _ [E] But the [F#m] old men march [E]
slowly, [D] their bones stiff and [G#m] sore, [E] _
_ _ Tired old men from [F#m] a [D] tired old [G#m] [E] war,
[A] And the young [D] people ask what are [C#] they [F#m] marching for?
_ _ _ And [A] I ask [E] meself the [A] same question. _
_ _ But the band [E] played _ Waltzing [A] Matilda, _ _ _ And the old men [D] they answer [E] the call.
_ _ But _
[A] year [D] by year those [A] old men _ [F#] disappear, _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
Soon [A] no one will [E] march there at [A] all. _ _ _ _
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