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Em
D Em
C D Em
Travelling in a fried-out combie,
D
Em C
D Em
On a hippie trail, head full of Zombies
D Em
C
G
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
D
Em
C D
She took me in and gave me breakfast
CHORUS1:
G
D Em
C D G
Do you come from the land down under
D
Em
C D G
Where woman glow and man plunder
D Em
C D
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
G
D
Em C
D
You better run, you better take cover
Repeat chords for remaining verses
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-feet-four and full of muscles
I said: "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
CHORUS2:
I come from the land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
Said to the man: "Are you trying to tempt me,
Because I come from the land of plenty ?"
CHORUS x2