Bm
A
Bm
G
A
Travelling in a friedout combie
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
on a hippie trail head full of zombie
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
I met a strange lady she made me nervous
Bm
A
Bm
She took me in and gave me breakfast
G
A
and she said:
D
A
Bm
G
A
“Do you come from a land down under?
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”
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
Buying bread from from a man in Bruselles
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
I said: “Do you speak my language?”
Bm
A
Bm
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.
G
A
He said:
D
A
Bm
G
A
“I come from a land down under
D
A
Bm
G
A
Where beer does flow and men chunder
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”
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
Lying in a den in Bombay
Bm
A
Bm
G
A
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:
D
A
Bm
G
A
“Oh! do you come from a land down under
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”