Tom Traubert's Blues Lyrics - Cold Beer On A Hot Night - Tom Waits

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did 

I've got what I paid for now 

See ya 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 every thing's broken 

And my stacks are soaking wet 

To go Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda 

You'll go Waltzing Mathilda with me 

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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 bush mill's I staggered, you buried 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 go 

Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda 

You'll go Waltzing Mathilda with me 

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No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say 

That the streets aren't for dreaming now 

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 jailer 

And the old men in wheelchairs know 

That 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 Mathilda too