He came in from Melbourne on a Pioneer
Adelaide morning, warm and clear
And a past that wasn't quite within the law

And he opened yet another ten dollar room
To a broken blind and a rising gloom
And a threadbare cotton carpet on the floor

And the muzak piping through the corridor
Played that song he heard before
It went, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

A suitcase held with rope and twine
Cleaner's shirt and an open mind
A trail of debts to mark where he had been

A million miles of racetracks
And torn tickets on the ground
And his only son cut down in Phnom Penh green

A police car crawled down Gouger street
As he looked for some place cheap to eat
It was just another curbside interview

With a warrant out in Adelaide
For a bad decision that he once made
An instinct took his tongue and pulled him through

So he left his hotel room that night
In time to make a midnight flight
With an overloaded truckie going east

And the line ran round inside his head
Was it something that his best friend said
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

A billabong's just a grubby pond that's busy washing ore
The squatter drives a thoroughbred steel
And if he runs forever, will his life be all in vain?
At least that's how it makes him feel

And the truckie pushed a cassette in
As they rumbled through the Grampians
It played Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

And the truckie pushed a cassette in
As they rumbled through the Grampians
It played Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?


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