Old Man Emu Chords by John Williamson

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_ _ _ _ Let me tell you of [C#] an interview with an [D#] old [G#] man he knew.
He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fellow ain't got no wings. _
Aren't you jealous of the [C#] wedge-tailed eagle and bottled it to-da [G#]-da-da?
But the [A#] eagle's flying round and round to keep two feet [C] firmly on the ground.
Now I can't fly, but I'm telling you, I can run the pants of a [C#] kangaroo.
Ba-da-da [F#]-da-da-da-da [C#]-da-da-da-da-da [C#]-da-da-da-da-da.
He can't fly, but I'm telling you, he can run the pants of a kangaroo.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, he was the model for the fifties cents.
Um-bottled it to-da-da-da.
The designer should have had more sense.
Um-bottled it to-da-da-da.
If you take [G] a look, it'll prove to you.
Ha-ha-ha, it'll shrine the pants [C#] of that kangaroo.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Take a look, it'll prove to you, he runs the pants of a kangaroo.
_ _ _ _ _ You can't loop the loop like a cockatoo, um-ba-da-da-da-da-da.
Swoop and toss like an albatross, um-ba-da-da-da-da-da.
You [N] simply can't laugh, or better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar.
They squeak and squawk and fight and talk, while me and them's like chasing [C#] sharks, but I don't.
_ Um-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da.
You can't [F#m] fly but I'm [C#] telling you, you can run from the fans of a kangaroo.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well the last time I saw Old Man he knew, um-ba-da-da [G#]-da-da-da.
[C#] He was chasing a female he knew, um-ba-da-da-da-da-da.
As he shot past I heard him say,
_ [N] _ _ She can't fly but I'm telling you, she can run the fans of a kangaroo.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
She can't fly but I'm telling you, she can run the fans of a kangaroo.
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_ _ _ _ _ Well there is a moral to this ditty, um-ba-da-da [G#]-da-da-da-da.
[C#] Flush can sing, but he ain't pretty, um-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Duck can swim, but he can't sing, nor can the eagle on the wing.
He knew you [F#] can't fly but I'm telling [C#] you, you can run the [G#] fans of a kangaroo.
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_ _ _ Well the cook-a-burra laughed and he [C#] said, it's true, um-ba-da-da-da-da-da.
Ha-ha, he can run the fans of a kangaroo. _ _ _ _
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