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Traveling in a fried-out combie
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On a hippie trail head full of zombie
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I met a strange lady she made me nervous
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She took me in and gave me breakfast
G A
And she said
Chorus:
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Do you come from a land down under
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Where women glow and men plunder
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Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
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You better run you better take cover
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Buying bread from a man in Brussels
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He was six foot four and full of muscles
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I said Do you speak-a my language
Bm A Bm
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
G A
And he said
Chorus:
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I come from a land down under
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Where beer does flow and men chunder
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Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
D A Bm G A
You better run you better take cover
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Lying in a den in Bombay
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With a slack jaw and not much to say
Bm A Bm G A
I said to the man Are you trying to tempt me
Bm A Bm
Because I come from the land of plenty
G A
And he said
Chorus:
D A Bm G A
Oh Do you come from a land down under oh yeah yeah
D A Bm G A
Where women glow and men plunder
D A Bm G A
Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
D A Bm G A
You better run you better take cover