| B | F# | Abm | E | F# | Tr | aveling in a fr | ied-out combie | | | |
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| B | F# | Abm | E | F# | | On a hippie tra | il, head full of zom | bie | | |
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| B | F# | Abm | E | F# | | I met a strange la | dy, she made me ner | vous | | |
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| B | F# | Abm | | She took me in | and gave me break | fast |
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| | B | F# | Abm | | | "Do you come from a | land down un | der? |
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| | E | F# | | | Where women glow and men plun | der? |
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| | B | F# | Abm | | | Can't you hear, can't you | hear the thun | der? |
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| | E | F# | | | 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?" |
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He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich |
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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 |
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You better run, you better take cover." |
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With a slack jaw, and not much to say |
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I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me |
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Because I come from the land of plenty?" |
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"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) |
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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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