100 Years On Chords by Redgum
Tempo:
143.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] [G]
[A] [D] Came in from Melbourne on [A] a Pioneer, [G]
Adelaide morning warm and clear, and [D] a past that [A] wasn't
quite within [G] the law.
[A] [D] He opened yet another [A] ten dollar [E] room [G] to a broken line and a rising blue, [Em] [D] and a thread
fair cotton [A] carpet, locked [G] floor.
[A] [E] [D] The music piping [A] through the corridor, [G] played that song he'd heard before, it [D] meant full
come a [G] waltzing [A]
Matilda with [D] me.
[G] Suitcase held with rope and [D] twine, his cleaner shirt and an open mind, [A] a trail of debts that
marked where he had [D] been.
[G] A million miles of racetracks and [D] torn tickets on the ground, [Bm] and his only son [G] cut down in
old pen [A] green.
[D] Police car crawled [A] down Bridges Street [G] as he looked for some place cheap to eat, [Em] it
[D] was another [A]
curbside [G] interview.
[A]
With [D] a warrant out [A] in Adelaide [G] for a bad decision that he once [Em] made, [D] an instinct took [F#m] his tough
and pulled [G] him through.
[A]
[D] So he left his hotel [A] room that night [G] in time to make a midnight flight [D] with an [F#m] overloaded
truck he'd [G] gone east.
[A]
[D] Another line ran round [A] inside his head, [G] was it something that his best friend [Em] said?
[D] Full come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda [D] with me.
[G]
Billabong's just a grubby pong, [D] his busy washing whore, [A] his squatter drives a thoroughbred to [D] steal.
[G] And if he runs forever, will [D] his life be all in vain?
[Bm]
At least [G] that's how it makes [A] it feel.
[D] A truck he'd pushed [A] a cassette in [G] as they rumbled through the grandians, if [D] I'd full
come [G] a waltzing [A]
Matilda [D] with me.
[G] Waltzing Matilda.
[D] Waltzing Matilda.
[Bm] Will come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda [D] with me.
[G] Waltzing Matilda.
[D] Waltzing Matilda.
[Bm] Will come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda with me.
[D] The truck he [A] pushed the cassette [E] in [G] As they rumbled through the grand the [C#] ends
[D] it played Little [G] Cumberwall sing [A] Matilda [D] with me
[A] [G]
[A] [D] Came in from Melbourne on [A] a Pioneer, [G]
Adelaide morning warm and clear, and [D] a past that [A] wasn't
quite within [G] the law.
[A] [D] He opened yet another [A] ten dollar [E] room [G] to a broken line and a rising blue, [Em] [D] and a thread
fair cotton [A] carpet, locked [G] floor.
[A] [E] [D] The music piping [A] through the corridor, [G] played that song he'd heard before, it [D] meant full
come a [G] waltzing [A]
Matilda with [D] me.
[G] Suitcase held with rope and [D] twine, his cleaner shirt and an open mind, [A] a trail of debts that
marked where he had [D] been.
[G] A million miles of racetracks and [D] torn tickets on the ground, [Bm] and his only son [G] cut down in
old pen [A] green.
[D] Police car crawled [A] down Bridges Street [G] as he looked for some place cheap to eat, [Em] it
[D] was another [A]
curbside [G] interview.
[A]
With [D] a warrant out [A] in Adelaide [G] for a bad decision that he once [Em] made, [D] an instinct took [F#m] his tough
and pulled [G] him through.
[A]
[D] So he left his hotel [A] room that night [G] in time to make a midnight flight [D] with an [F#m] overloaded
truck he'd [G] gone east.
[A]
[D] Another line ran round [A] inside his head, [G] was it something that his best friend [Em] said?
[D] Full come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda [D] with me.
[G]
Billabong's just a grubby pong, [D] his busy washing whore, [A] his squatter drives a thoroughbred to [D] steal.
[G] And if he runs forever, will [D] his life be all in vain?
[Bm]
At least [G] that's how it makes [A] it feel.
[D] A truck he'd pushed [A] a cassette in [G] as they rumbled through the grandians, if [D] I'd full
come [G] a waltzing [A]
Matilda [D] with me.
[G] Waltzing Matilda.
[D] Waltzing Matilda.
[Bm] Will come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda [D] with me.
[G] Waltzing Matilda.
[D] Waltzing Matilda.
[Bm] Will come [G] a waltzing [A] Matilda with me.
[D] The truck he [A] pushed the cassette [E] in [G] As they rumbled through the grand the [C#] ends
[D] it played Little [G] Cumberwall sing [A] Matilda [D] with me
Key:
D
A
G
Em
Bm
D
A
G
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ Came in from Melbourne on [A] a Pioneer, _ [G] _
Adelaide morning warm and clear, and [D] a past that [A] wasn't
quite within [G] the law.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] He opened yet another [A] ten dollar [E] room [G] to a broken line and a rising blue, [Em] [D] and a thread
fair cotton [A] carpet, locked [G] floor.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] The music piping [A] through the corridor, _ [G] played that song he'd heard before, it [D] meant full
come a [G] waltzing _ _ [A] _
Matilda with [D] me. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ Suitcase held with rope and _ [D] twine, his cleaner shirt and an open mind, [A] a trail of debts that
marked where he had [D] been. _ _ _ _
_ [G] A million miles of racetracks and [D] torn tickets on the ground, [Bm] and his only son [G] cut down in
old pen [A] green. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Police car crawled [A] down Bridges Street [G] as he looked for some place cheap to eat, [Em] it
[D] was _ another [A] _
curbside [G] interview.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
With [D] a warrant out [A] in _ Adelaide [G] for a bad decision that he once [Em] made, [D] an instinct took [F#m] his tough
and pulled [G] him through.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] So he left his hotel [A] room that night [G] in time to make a midnight flight [D] with an _ _ [F#m] overloaded
truck he'd _ [G] gone east.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Another line ran round [A] inside his head, [G] was it something that his best friend [Em] said?
[D] _ Full come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda [D] with me.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Billabong's just a grubby pong, [D] his busy washing whore, _ [A] his squatter drives a _ thoroughbred to [D] steal.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] And if he runs forever, will [D] his life be all in vain?
_ _ [Bm] _
At least [G] that's how it makes [A] it feel.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] A truck he'd pushed [A] a cassette in [G] as they rumbled through the _ grandians, if [D] I'd full
come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _
Matilda [D] with me. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [D] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [Bm] _ Will come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda [D] with me.
_ _ [G] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [D] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [Bm] _ Will come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda with me.
_ [D] The truck he [A] pushed the cassette [E] in [G] As they rumbled through the grand the [C#] ends
[D] it played Little [G] Cumberwall sing _ _ [A] Matilda [D] with me _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ Came in from Melbourne on [A] a Pioneer, _ [G] _
Adelaide morning warm and clear, and [D] a past that [A] wasn't
quite within [G] the law.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] He opened yet another [A] ten dollar [E] room [G] to a broken line and a rising blue, [Em] [D] and a thread
fair cotton [A] carpet, locked [G] floor.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] The music piping [A] through the corridor, _ [G] played that song he'd heard before, it [D] meant full
come a [G] waltzing _ _ [A] _
Matilda with [D] me. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ Suitcase held with rope and _ [D] twine, his cleaner shirt and an open mind, [A] a trail of debts that
marked where he had [D] been. _ _ _ _
_ [G] A million miles of racetracks and [D] torn tickets on the ground, [Bm] and his only son [G] cut down in
old pen [A] green. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Police car crawled [A] down Bridges Street [G] as he looked for some place cheap to eat, [Em] it
[D] was _ another [A] _
curbside [G] interview.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
With [D] a warrant out [A] in _ Adelaide [G] for a bad decision that he once [Em] made, [D] an instinct took [F#m] his tough
and pulled [G] him through.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] So he left his hotel [A] room that night [G] in time to make a midnight flight [D] with an _ _ [F#m] overloaded
truck he'd _ [G] gone east.
_ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Another line ran round [A] inside his head, [G] was it something that his best friend [Em] said?
[D] _ Full come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda [D] with me.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Billabong's just a grubby pong, [D] his busy washing whore, _ [A] his squatter drives a _ thoroughbred to [D] steal.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] And if he runs forever, will [D] his life be all in vain?
_ _ [Bm] _
At least [G] that's how it makes [A] it feel.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] A truck he'd pushed [A] a cassette in [G] as they rumbled through the _ grandians, if [D] I'd full
come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _
Matilda [D] with me. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [D] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [Bm] _ Will come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda [D] with me.
_ _ [G] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [D] _ _ Waltzing Matilda.
_ _ [Bm] _ Will come [G] a waltzing _ [A] _ Matilda with me.
_ [D] The truck he [A] pushed the cassette [E] in [G] As they rumbled through the grand the [C#] ends
[D] it played Little [G] Cumberwall sing _ _ [A] Matilda [D] with me _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _