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Tom Trauberts Blues

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Roderick David "Rod" Stewart, CBE (born 10 January 1945) is a British singer-songwriter born and raised in London, England and currently residing in Epping. He is of Scottish and English lineage.

With his distinctive raspy singing voice, Rod Stewart came to prominence in the late 1960s and early 1970s with The Jeff Beck Group (1967-1969) and then Faces. He launched his solo career in 1969 with his début album An Old Raincoat Won't Ever Let You Down (US: The Rod Stewart Album).

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TOM TRAUBERT’S BLUES – ROD STEWART – Unplugged and Seated Album

Guitar tuned one semi-tone flat to be in the same key as the album

[Intro] C/Dm/C/F/C/C/D/D7/G/G7

F C
Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did
Dm G C-G-C
I’ve got what I paid for now
F C
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
D G
A couple of bucks from you to go
C G C G C G
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing
Dm G
Matilda 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 strength is soaking away to go
Waltzing Matilda,... waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing
Matilda with me

Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher
Now that I’ve kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman with a cold blooded sigh
And the girls down by the striptease shows go
Waltzing Matilda,... waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing
Matilda with me

No, I don’t want your sympathy
The fugitives say, that the streets ain’t for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
Want a piece of the action anyhow go
Waltzing Matilda,... waltzing Matilda, you’ll go waltzing
Matilda with me

And it’s a battered old suitcase
To a hotel someplace
And a wound that would never heal
No primadonnas, the perfume is on
Dm G
An old shirt that is stained

G7 C G C
With blood and whiskey
F
And it’s good-night to the street-sweepers,
C
The nightwatchmen, flame-keepers
Dm G G7 C
And goodnight matilda, too

Have fun..........I think the chorus is a bit iffy so if anyone would care to have a go....