Chords for Ryan Kelly ~ And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Tempo:
136.05 bpm
Chords used:
C#
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A#m
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
When I was a young man I carried my pack
free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said, son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
they sent me away to the war
free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said, son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
they sent me away to the war
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_ _ When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of the rover _
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty _ outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over _
Then in _ 1915 my country said, son
_ It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
_ So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And _ _ they sent me away to the war
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[C#] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ _
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_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C#] And the band played [F#] a waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ As the ship pulled [F#] away from [G#] the _ quay
_ [F#] And amid all the cheers, [C#] black [G#] waving and [A#m] _ _ tears
We [C#] sailed off [G#] for _ [C#] Gallipoli _ _
Well _ _ I [F#]
[C#] remember that terrible [A#m] day
_ [C#] When our blood stained [G#] the sand and the [C#] [F#] water
_ [C#]
How _ in that [F#]
hell [C#] that they called [G#] Suvla [A#m]
Bay
[C#] We were butchered [G#] like lambs at the [C#] slaughter _
Johnny _ [G#] Tuck, he was ready, oh [F#] he primed himself [C#] well
_ [G#] He rained us with bullets and [F#] he showered us with [C#]
shell
And in five minutes [F#] flat _ [C#] we were all [F] blown [A#m] to hell
_ Yet [C#] he blew us [G#] back home to [C#]
Australia
_ And the band [F#] played a waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ _ When we stopped [F#] to bury [G#] our slaves
_ _ _ [F#] We buried ours, [C#] and the Turks [G#] buried [A#m] _ _ theirs
Then [C#] we started [G#] all over [C#] _ again _
_ _ _ Those _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
that were [F#] living, [C#] well we tried [D#] to survive
[C#] _ In that mad world [G#] of blood, death and [C#]
fire
_ And for ten weary [F#] weeks I just [C#] kept [G#] myself [A#m] alive
[C#] As around me the [G#] corpses [C#] piled higher
_ _ [G#] Then a big Turkish shell knocked [F#] me arse [C#] overhead
_ [G#] And when I awoke in my [F#] _
[G#] hospital [C#] bed
I saw what it had [F#] done, _ [C#] I wished [C] I [A#m] were dead _
_ _ _ _ Never [A#] knew there were worse [C#] things than dying
_ _ For no more I'll [F#] go waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ _ _ All around the [F#] green bush far [G#] and free
_ Or [F#] to hunt tents and [G#] pegs, [C#] a man [G#] needs [A#m] both legs _
No [C#] more waltzing [G#]
Matilda for [C#] me _ _
_ They gathered [F#] the crippled, [C#] the wounded, [F#] the [A#m] maimed
[C#] And they shipped us [G#] back home to [C#] Australia _ _
_ The [F#] armless, the legless, [C#] the blind, the [A#m]
insane
[C#] Those proud wounded [G#]
heroes [C#] of Zubla _ _
[G#] And _ as the ship pulled into [F#] _ [G#] circular [C#]
quay
[G#] And I looked at the place where [F#] my legs used to [C#]
be
I thanked Christ [F#] there was nobody [C#] waiting [D#] for [A#m]
me
To _ _ [C#]
grieve and [G#] to mourn and [C#] to pity
[F#] _ [C#] But the band [F#] played waltzing [C#]
[F#] Matilda
_ [C#] As they carried [F#] us down the [G#]
gangway
_ And _ [F#] _
nobody _ cheered, [C#] they just stood [Cm] there and [A#m] scared _ _
[C#] And they turned [G#] all their faces _ [C#] away
So _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _
now [F#] every April [C#] I sit on my porch
[G#] And I watch the parade pass [C#] before me
_ _ _ I see [C] my [F#] old comrades, how [F] proudly they [A#m] march
_ [C#]
Reviving [G#] old dreams of [C#] past [F#] glories
[C#] _ I [G#]
see the old men, all tired, stiff [C#] and sore
[G#] Those weary old heroes [E] of a forgotten [Fm] war
[C#] And young people [F#] ask, [C#] what are [F] they [A#m] marching for? _ _
_ [C#] And I ask [G#]
myself the [C#] same [D#m] question
[C#] _
_ And the band [F#] plays waltzing [C#] Matilda _
And the old men [F#] still answer [G#] the call
But _ _ [F#] year after year, [G#] [C#] more of them [G#] _ [A#m]
disappear
_ _ Someday [C#]
no one [G#] will march there [C#] at all _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] Waltzing Matilda, [C#] _
[F#] _ _ [G#] waltzing Matilda
_ [C#] _ Who'll come a-waltzing [F#] Matilda [G#] with me?
_ _ [C#] And their ghosts may [Cm] be heard as [A#m] they march by [F#] that blue hall
_ _ _ [G#] _
Who'll come a-waltzing _
[G#m] Matilda _ _ with
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ me? _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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_ _ _ [G] _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of the rover _
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty _ outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over _
Then in _ 1915 my country said, son
_ It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
_ So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And _ _ they sent me away to the war
_ _ _ [D#] _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] And the band played [F#] a waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ As the ship pulled [F#] away from [G#] the _ quay
_ [F#] And amid all the cheers, [C#] black [G#] waving and [A#m] _ _ tears
We [C#] sailed off [G#] for _ [C#] Gallipoli _ _
Well _ _ I [F#]
[C#] remember that terrible [A#m] day
_ [C#] When our blood stained [G#] the sand and the [C#] [F#] water
_ [C#]
How _ in that [F#]
hell [C#] that they called [G#] Suvla [A#m]
Bay
[C#] We were butchered [G#] like lambs at the [C#] slaughter _
Johnny _ [G#] Tuck, he was ready, oh [F#] he primed himself [C#] well
_ [G#] He rained us with bullets and [F#] he showered us with [C#]
shell
And in five minutes [F#] flat _ [C#] we were all [F] blown [A#m] to hell
_ Yet [C#] he blew us [G#] back home to [C#]
Australia
_ And the band [F#] played a waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ _ When we stopped [F#] to bury [G#] our slaves
_ _ _ [F#] We buried ours, [C#] and the Turks [G#] buried [A#m] _ _ theirs
Then [C#] we started [G#] all over [C#] _ again _
_ _ _ Those _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
that were [F#] living, [C#] well we tried [D#] to survive
[C#] _ In that mad world [G#] of blood, death and [C#]
fire
_ And for ten weary [F#] weeks I just [C#] kept [G#] myself [A#m] alive
[C#] As around me the [G#] corpses [C#] piled higher
_ _ [G#] Then a big Turkish shell knocked [F#] me arse [C#] overhead
_ [G#] And when I awoke in my [F#] _
[G#] hospital [C#] bed
I saw what it had [F#] done, _ [C#] I wished [C] I [A#m] were dead _
_ _ _ _ Never [A#] knew there were worse [C#] things than dying
_ _ For no more I'll [F#] go waltzing [C#]
Matilda
_ _ _ All around the [F#] green bush far [G#] and free
_ Or [F#] to hunt tents and [G#] pegs, [C#] a man [G#] needs [A#m] both legs _
No [C#] more waltzing [G#]
Matilda for [C#] me _ _
_ They gathered [F#] the crippled, [C#] the wounded, [F#] the [A#m] maimed
[C#] And they shipped us [G#] back home to [C#] Australia _ _
_ The [F#] armless, the legless, [C#] the blind, the [A#m]
insane
[C#] Those proud wounded [G#]
heroes [C#] of Zubla _ _
[G#] And _ as the ship pulled into [F#] _ [G#] circular [C#]
quay
[G#] And I looked at the place where [F#] my legs used to [C#]
be
I thanked Christ [F#] there was nobody [C#] waiting [D#] for [A#m]
me
To _ _ [C#]
grieve and [G#] to mourn and [C#] to pity
[F#] _ [C#] But the band [F#] played waltzing [C#]
[F#] Matilda
_ [C#] As they carried [F#] us down the [G#]
gangway
_ And _ [F#] _
nobody _ cheered, [C#] they just stood [Cm] there and [A#m] scared _ _
[C#] And they turned [G#] all their faces _ [C#] away
So _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _
now [F#] every April [C#] I sit on my porch
[G#] And I watch the parade pass [C#] before me
_ _ _ I see [C] my [F#] old comrades, how [F] proudly they [A#m] march
_ [C#]
Reviving [G#] old dreams of [C#] past [F#] glories
[C#] _ I [G#]
see the old men, all tired, stiff [C#] and sore
[G#] Those weary old heroes [E] of a forgotten [Fm] war
[C#] And young people [F#] ask, [C#] what are [F] they [A#m] marching for? _ _
_ [C#] And I ask [G#]
myself the [C#] same [D#m] question
[C#] _
_ And the band [F#] plays waltzing [C#] Matilda _
And the old men [F#] still answer [G#] the call
But _ _ [F#] year after year, [G#] [C#] more of them [G#] _ [A#m]
disappear
_ _ Someday [C#]
no one [G#] will march there [C#] at all _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] Waltzing Matilda, [C#] _
[F#] _ _ [G#] waltzing Matilda
_ [C#] _ Who'll come a-waltzing [F#] Matilda [G#] with me?
_ _ [C#] And their ghosts may [Cm] be heard as [A#m] they march by [F#] that blue hall
_ _ _ [G#] _
Who'll come a-waltzing _
[G#m] Matilda _ _ with
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ me? _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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