2 acessos
C G C [Verse 1] C F C You could have seen him any day up the back of Martin Place Am G In a battered Sunday suit that’s seen far better days F C G Am Blowing on a mouth harp with the kind of wit and grace F G That would bring a smile to the face of a broken clock C F C And there was not a verse or chorus the old bastard didn’t know Am G From Mother Kelly’s Doorstep to The Banks of The Ohio F C G Am The typists and the tellers didn’t want to bloody know F G Dealing with their dose of future shock [Chorus] C F C He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers Am G Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay C F C And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards Am G C They turned around and looked the other way Am G C F G Am G C G C [Verse 2] C F C I stood awhile to listen as he played the thing with ease Am G The crowd that day was tighter than a Pom at a wine and cheese F C G Am Maybe they were hard up or just plain hard to please F G But no one put a single cent his way C F C So I reached into my pocket to even up the score Am G Dropped a pile of change into the tin plate on the floor F C G Am When you work the streets they treat you like a whore F G And no one ought to ever feel that way [Chorus] C F C He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers Am G Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay C F C And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards Am G C They turned around and looked the other way Am G C F G Am G C G C [Verse 3] C F C He was playing when I left him, with a new crowd to convince Am G I often look out for him but he’s not been back there since F C G Am Did anybody notice, does anybody wince F G At some pour Bastard digging through the trash C F C Cause in this land of milk and honey where there’s more than enough for all Am G Why did he spend his whole life with his back against the wall F C G Am Did he fight in two world wars to wind up with sweet fuck all F G begging on the street for a bit of stash [Chorus] C F C He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers Am G Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay C F C And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards Am G C That turned around and looked the other way