Letra Waltzing mathilda Rod Stewart

Waltzing mathilda

Infos & FunktionenInterpret: Rod StewartAlbum: -Songtext-Nummer: 15275Eingesendet: 10.4.2004Einsender: GinasSongtext ausdrucken
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See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from youto go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you`ll gowaltzing 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 stockings are soaking wetto 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 daggerin your silhouette window light go
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, go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,you`ll go waltzing Mathilda with me No, I don`t want her sympathy, the fugitives saythat 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 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 battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirtthat is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmenflame keepers
And goodnight to Mathilda, too.