Am Travelling in a G fried-out Kombi Am F G
Am On a hippieG trail head full of Am zombie F G
Am I met a strange G lady she Am made me F nervous G
Am She took me G in and gave me Am breakfast
F And she G said
C Do you come from a G land down under? Am F G
C Where women G glow and men plunder? Am F G
C Can't you hear can't you G hear the thunder? Am F G
You C better run you G better take cover Am F G
Am Buying bread from a man in G Brussels Am F G
He was Am six foot four G and full of Am muscles F G
Am I said Do you G speak my language? Am F G
Am He just smiled and G gave me a vegemite Am sandwich
F And he G said
C I come from a G land down under Am F G
C Where beer G flows and men chunder Am F G
C Can't you hear can't you G hear the thunder? Am F G
You C better run you G better take cover Am F G
Am Lying in a G den in Bombay Am F G
Am With a slack G jaw, and not much Am to say F G
Am I said to the G man Are you trying to Am tempt me F G
Am Because I come G from the land of Am plenty?"
F And he G said
C Do you come from a G land down under? Am F G
C Where women G glow and men plunder? Am F G
C Can't you hear can't you G hear the thunder? Am F G
You C better run you G better take cover Am F G