Bm A Bm G A Traveling in a fried-out combieBm A Bm G A On a hippie trail, head full of zombieBm A Bm G A I met a strange lady, she made me nervousBm A Bm G A She took me in and gave me breakfast (And she said)D A Bm G A Do you come from a land down under?D A Bm G A Where women glow and men plunder?D A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover.(Bm A Bm G A) (2x)Continúa después del anuncioBm A Bm G A Buying bread from a man in BrusselsBm A Bm G A He was six foot four and full of musclesBm A Bm G A I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"Bm A Bm G A He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich (And he said)D A Bm G A I come from a land down underD A Bm G A Where beer does flow and men chunderD A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover.(Bm A Bm G A) (4x)Bm A Bm G A Lying in a den in BombayBm A Bm G A With a slack jaw, and not much to sayBm A Bm G A I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt meBm A Bm G A Because I come from the land of plenty?" (And he said)D A Bm G A Oh! Do you come from a land down under?D A Bm G A Where women glow and men plunder?D A Bm G A Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?D A Bm G A You better run, you better take cover.
The Land Down Under
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