Song :
F#
Intro :
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travelling in a fried out kombie —,
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on a hippy 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, and she said
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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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cant ya hear can ya 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 my language?
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He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich.
And he said:
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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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cant you hear cant you hear the thunder?
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You better run you better take cover.
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Lying in a den in Bombay,
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with a slackjaw 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."
and he said:
Chorus ad lib.
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
cant ya hear can ya hear the thunder—
D A Bm G A
you better run, you better take cover—
