Chords for The Bushwacker's Band - The Woolloomooloo Lair.
Tempo:
123.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
On the day that I was born, [B] it was a [C] cold and a [Ab] frosty morn'
In the famous suburb known as
[Dm] Woolamaloo.
[Ab] It was down in [G] Riley Street where [C] folks first heard [Bm] me bleat
Cos at the time [D] I had nothing else to do.
[G]
[C] Now me mother died of fright when she [G] saw me in the light
And me father thought [A] he'd send me to [D] the zoo.
[B] But I [G] owe a lot to him [C] cos he taught me how [G] to swim
And he he'd [D] me off the pier [G] at [D] [G] Woolamaloo.
[C] Well me name it is [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party
I'm rough and tough as an old man [D] kangaroo.
[G] Some people say I'm crazy, [Em] I don't work because I'm [G] lazy
I tag [D] along in the birthing [G] throng that push from Woolamaloo
[D] [G]
And when I was just a lad [C] I went straight [G] away to the bed.
A laddicken so hard he'd [A] strike me blue
[D] [G] But the government was kind, [C] I didn't [G] seem to mind.
And in [D] Darlinghurst I spent a [G] night or two
Now the [C] judge gave me a stare [G] and he said, you're a lair.
They heaved me into Darlinghurst jail, [D] you understand
[G] They gave me clothes, they cut my [C] hair, I didn't [G] seem to care.
And every [D] night you'd find [G] me in the van
And
[F] [G]
[D] [G]
[Am] [G]
[D] [G] [C]
[Em] [D] [G]
[Am]
[G]
[Dm] [G] I spent some years in jail [C] till I began [G] to quail.
I resolved to live upon the [D] different lay
[G] And enlisted in the ranks of the [C] Salvation [G] Army cranks.
You can bet I [D] made the bloody [G] business pay
[C] Oh hallelujah, I'm a louse, [G] I knows me way about.
I kicked some mugs and I'm [C] converted [D] too
[Em] Oh the nasty dare I'm at, I'm never [G] short of cash, cos I beats me [D] drum all over [G]
Woolamaloo
[C] Oh me name it is [Am] [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party.
I'm rough [Em] and tough as an old [D] man kangaroo
[G] Some people say I'm crazy, I don't work because I'm lazy.
I tag [Bm] along in a buzzing [G] throng, the push for Woolamaloo
On the day that I was born, [B] it was a [C] cold and a [Ab] frosty morn'
In the famous suburb known as
[Dm] Woolamaloo.
[Ab] It was down in [G] Riley Street where [C] folks first heard [Bm] me bleat
Cos at the time [D] I had nothing else to do.
[G]
[C] Now me mother died of fright when she [G] saw me in the light
And me father thought [A] he'd send me to [D] the zoo.
[B] But I [G] owe a lot to him [C] cos he taught me how [G] to swim
And he he'd [D] me off the pier [G] at [D] [G] Woolamaloo.
[C] Well me name it is [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party
I'm rough and tough as an old man [D] kangaroo.
[G] Some people say I'm crazy, [Em] I don't work because I'm [G] lazy
I tag [D] along in the birthing [G] throng that push from Woolamaloo
[D] [G]
And when I was just a lad [C] I went straight [G] away to the bed.
A laddicken so hard he'd [A] strike me blue
[D] [G] But the government was kind, [C] I didn't [G] seem to mind.
And in [D] Darlinghurst I spent a [G] night or two
Now the [C] judge gave me a stare [G] and he said, you're a lair.
They heaved me into Darlinghurst jail, [D] you understand
[G] They gave me clothes, they cut my [C] hair, I didn't [G] seem to care.
And every [D] night you'd find [G] me in the van
And
[F] [G]
[D] [G]
[Am] [G]
[D] [G] [C]
[Em] [D] [G]
[Am]
[G]
[Dm] [G] I spent some years in jail [C] till I began [G] to quail.
I resolved to live upon the [D] different lay
[G] And enlisted in the ranks of the [C] Salvation [G] Army cranks.
You can bet I [D] made the bloody [G] business pay
[C] Oh hallelujah, I'm a louse, [G] I knows me way about.
I kicked some mugs and I'm [C] converted [D] too
[Em] Oh the nasty dare I'm at, I'm never [G] short of cash, cos I beats me [D] drum all over [G]
Woolamaloo
[C] Oh me name it is [Am] [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party.
I'm rough [Em] and tough as an old [D] man kangaroo
[G] Some people say I'm crazy, I don't work because I'm lazy.
I tag [Bm] along in a buzzing [G] throng, the push for Woolamaloo
Key:
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D
C
Em
Ab
G
D
C
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the day that I was born, _ [B] it was a [C] cold and a [Ab] frosty morn' _
_ In the famous suburb known as _
[Dm] Woolamaloo.
_ _ _ [Ab] It was down in [G] Riley Street where [C] folks first heard [Bm] me bleat
Cos at the time _ [D] I had nothing else to do.
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] Now me mother died of fright _ when she [G] saw me in the light _
And me father thought [A] he'd send me to [D] the zoo.
_ _ _ [B] But I [G] owe a lot to him _ [C] cos he taught me how [G] to swim _
And he he'd [D] me off the pier [G] at [D] [G] Woolamaloo.
[C] Well me name it is [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party
I'm rough and tough as an old man [D] kangaroo.
_ [G] Some people say I'm crazy, [Em] I don't work because I'm [G] lazy
I tag [D] along in the birthing [G] throng that push from Woolamaloo
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ And when I was just a lad [C] I went straight [G] away to the bed.
A laddicken so hard he'd [A] strike me blue
[D] _ [G] But the government was kind, [C] I didn't [G] seem to mind.
And in [D] Darlinghurst I spent a [G] night or two
_ Now the [C] judge gave me a stare [G] and he said, you're a lair.
They heaved me into Darlinghurst jail, [D] you understand
[G] They gave me clothes, they cut my [C] hair, I didn't [G] seem to care.
And every [D] night you'd find [G] me in the van
_ And _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [G] I spent some years in jail [C] till I began [G] to quail.
I resolved to live upon the [D] different lay
_ [G] And enlisted in the ranks of the [C] Salvation [G] Army cranks.
You can bet I [D] made the bloody [G] business pay
_ [C] Oh hallelujah, I'm a louse, [G] I knows me way about.
I kicked some mugs and I'm [C] converted [D] too
[Em] Oh the nasty dare I'm at, I'm never [G] short of cash, cos I beats me [D] drum all over [G] _
Woolamaloo
[C] Oh me name it is [Am] [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party.
I'm rough [Em] and tough as an old [D] man kangaroo
_ [G] Some people say I'm crazy, I don't work because I'm lazy.
I tag [Bm] along in a buzzing [G] throng, the push for Woolamaloo _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the day that I was born, _ [B] it was a [C] cold and a [Ab] frosty morn' _
_ In the famous suburb known as _
[Dm] Woolamaloo.
_ _ _ [Ab] It was down in [G] Riley Street where [C] folks first heard [Bm] me bleat
Cos at the time _ [D] I had nothing else to do.
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] Now me mother died of fright _ when she [G] saw me in the light _
And me father thought [A] he'd send me to [D] the zoo.
_ _ _ [B] But I [G] owe a lot to him _ [C] cos he taught me how [G] to swim _
And he he'd [D] me off the pier [G] at [D] [G] Woolamaloo.
[C] Well me name it is [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party
I'm rough and tough as an old man [D] kangaroo.
_ [G] Some people say I'm crazy, [Em] I don't work because I'm [G] lazy
I tag [D] along in the birthing [G] throng that push from Woolamaloo
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ And when I was just a lad [C] I went straight [G] away to the bed.
A laddicken so hard he'd [A] strike me blue
[D] _ [G] But the government was kind, [C] I didn't [G] seem to mind.
And in [D] Darlinghurst I spent a [G] night or two
_ Now the [C] judge gave me a stare [G] and he said, you're a lair.
They heaved me into Darlinghurst jail, [D] you understand
[G] They gave me clothes, they cut my [C] hair, I didn't [G] seem to care.
And every [D] night you'd find [G] me in the van
_ And _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [G] I spent some years in jail [C] till I began [G] to quail.
I resolved to live upon the [D] different lay
_ [G] And enlisted in the ranks of the [C] Salvation [G] Army cranks.
You can bet I [D] made the bloody [G] business pay
_ [C] Oh hallelujah, I'm a louse, [G] I knows me way about.
I kicked some mugs and I'm [C] converted [D] too
[Em] Oh the nasty dare I'm at, I'm never [G] short of cash, cos I beats me [D] drum all over [G] _
Woolamaloo
[C] Oh me name it is [Am] [G] McCarty and I'm a rotty party.
I'm rough [Em] and tough as an old [D] man kangaroo
_ [G] Some people say I'm crazy, I don't work because I'm lazy.
I tag [Bm] along in a buzzing [G] throng, the push for Woolamaloo _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _