[00:08.19]Tom Traubert’s Blues - Waltzing Matilda
[00:15.24]Tom Waits
[00:15.45]Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
[00:16.38]I've got what I paid for now
[00:16.89]See you tomorrow
[00:17.82]hey Frank, can I borrow
[00:18.27]a couple of bucks from you, to go
[00:18.93]Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[00:21.87]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[00:27.03]I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
[00:34.59]And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
[00:35.46]No one speaks English, and everything's broken
[00:36.57]and my Stacys are soaking wet
[00:37.20]To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[00:38.19]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[00:39.00]Now the dogs are barking
[00:39.48]And the taxi cab's parking
[00:40.08]A lot they can do for me
[00:40.65]I begged you to stab me
[00:41.10]You tore my shirt open
[00:41.91]And I'm down on my knees tonight
[00:44.91]Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
[00:45.87]In your silhouette window light
[00:46.47]To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[00:47.61]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[00:51.03]Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
[00:55.74]And the one-armed bandit knows
[00:56.40]And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
[00:57.57]And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, to go
[00:58.56]Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[00:59.97]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[01:00.84]No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
[01:01.83]That the streets aren't for dreaming now
[01:10.53]And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
[01:12.00]They want a piece of the action anyhow go
[01:15.30]Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[01:16.23]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[01:22.29]And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
[01:24.63]And the old men in wheelchairs know
[01:25.29]And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
[01:28.98]And she follows wherever you may go
[01:35.64]Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
[01:36.81]You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
[01:37.68]And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
[01:42.24]And a wound that will never heal
[01:43.68]No prima donna, the perfume is on
[01:44.40]An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
[01:56.85]And goodnight to the street sweepers
[02:01.59]The night watchman flame keepers
[02:02.61]And goodnight to Matilda too

Tom Traubert’s Blues - Waltzing Matilda
Tom Waits
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow
hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking
And the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
You tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
In your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, to go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers
And goodnight to Matilda too