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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Jeff Golub
Jeff Golub
Acoustic Guitar
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
String Conductor
Kevin Savigar
Kevin Savigar
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lorcan Keogh
Lorcan Keogh
Assistant Engineer
Rob Dickins
Rob Dickins
Executive Producer
Steve MacMillan
Steve MacMillan
Mixing Engineer
Tim Weidner
Tim Weidner
Mixing Engineer
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
Producer

Songtexte

Wasted and wounded And it ain't what the moon did I've got what I paid for now See you tomorrow Hey Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you to go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing 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 Malitda with me Now the dogs they 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 busmills I staggered You burried the dagger Your silhouette window light to go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me Now I've lost my St. Christopher Now that I kissed her And the one-arm bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman With the cold-blooded sigh And the girls down by the striptease shows go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me No, I don't want your sympathy, fugitives say That the streets aren't for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets And the ghost that sell memories Want a piece of the action anyhow, go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing Matilda with me And you can ask any sailor And the keys from the jailor And the old man in a wheelchairs know That Matilda's the defendant She killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing Matilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase In a hotel someplace And a wound that would never heal No prima donnas, the perfume is on And old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchmen, flame keepers And goodnight Matilda too Goodnight Matilda too
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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