Paroles Tom taubert's blues Rod Stewart

Tom taubert's blues

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for nowsee you tomorrow hey Frank can I borrowa couple of bucks from you, to gowaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with meI'm an innocent victim of a blinded alleyand I'm tired of all these soldiers hereno one speaks English and everything's brokenand my strength are soaking awayto go waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with menow the dogs they are barkingand the taxi cabs parkinga lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab meyou tore my shirt openand I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills I staggeredyou buried the dagger inyour silhouette window light to gowaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with menow that I've lost my St. Christophernow that I've kissed her and theone armed bandit knows, and themaverick Chinaman with the cold blooded signand the girls down by the striptease shows gowaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with meno I don't want your sympathythe fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming nowmanslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memoriesthey want a piece of the action anyhow gowaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with meand you can ask any sailorand the keys from the jailorand the old men in wheelchairs knowthat Mathilda's the defendent, she killed about a hundredand she follows wherever you may gowaltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll gowaltzing Mathilda with meand it's a battered old suitcasein a hotel someplaceand a wound that will never healno prima donnas the perfume is onan old shirt that is stainedwith blood and whiskeyand goodnight to the street sweepersthe night watchman flame keepersand goodnight Mathilda too