Bundaberg Rum

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[Verse]
G                      Am
God made the sugarcane grow where 
it's hot
    D                       D7 
And tea-total abstainers to grow 
             G
where it's not
                             Am
Let the sin bosun warn of perdition 
to come
      D                           
We'll drink it, and chance it, so 
D7           G
bring on the rum!

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair 
on your bum
        G                      
Let the blue ribbon beat on his 
 Am
empty old drum
        D                          
For his water-logged belly but 
  D7           G
we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                          Am
We're men who drink it, oh yes men 
indeed
       D                       
Of the bushranging hairy-necked 
 D7        G
oldentime breed
                           Am
We shave with our axes, we dress in 
old rags
   D                               
We feed on old boots and we sleep 
      G
on old bags

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[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair 
on your bum
        G                      
Let the blue ribbon beat on his 
 Am
empty old drum
        D                          
For his water-logged belly but 
  D7           G
we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                                 
Dull care flies away when our 
     Am
voices resound
        D                         
And the grass shrivels up when we 
D7          G
spit on the ground
                            Am
When we finally die and are buried 
in clay
    D                      D7    
Our bodies are pickled and never 
G
decay

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair 
on your bum
        G                      
Let the blue ribbon beat on his 
 Am
empty old drum
        D                          
For his water-logged belly but 
  D7           G
we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                                 
On the morning of judgement when 
   Am
the skies are rolled back
      D                            
We'll stroll from our graves up the
 D7          G
 long golden track
                         Am
And our voices will echo throughout 
kingdom come
      D                      
As we toast the archangels in 
 D7        G
bundaberg rum

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair 
on your bum
        G                      
Let the blue ribbon beat on his 
 Am
empty old drum
        D                          
For his water-logged belly but 
  D7
we'll stick to our (straight into 
next chorus)

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair 
on your bum
        G                      
Let the blue ribbon beat on his 
 Am
empty old drum
        D                          
For his water-logged belly but 
  D7           G
we'll stick to our rum