Playin For The Traffic

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[Verse 1]
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You could have seen him any day up
     F              C
 the back of Martin Place
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In a battered Sunday suit that’s 
seen far better days
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Blowing on a mouth harp with the 
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kind of wit and grace
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That would bring a smile to the 
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face of a broken clock
    C                              
And there was not a verse or chorus
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 the old bastard didn’t know
 Am                                
From Mother Kelly’s Doorstep to The
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 Banks of The Ohio
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The typists and the tellers 
                  Am
didn’t want to bloody know
F                                 
Dealing with their dose of future 
G
shock



[Chorus]
C                                 
He was playing for the traffic and
     F       C
 the nine to fivers
Am                               G
Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
    C                              
And he gave more to this world than
         F              C
 all the penny-pinching bastards
     Am                G          
They turned around and looked the 
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other way

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[Verse 2]
C                            
I stood awhile to listen as he 
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played the thing with ease
Am                                
The crowd that day was tighter 
    G
than a Pom at a wine and cheese
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Maybe they were hard up or just 
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plain hard to please
    F                   G
But no one put a single cent his way
C                              F 
So I reached into my pocket to 
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even up the score
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Dropped a pile of change into the 
G
tin plate on the floor
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When you work the streets they 
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treat you like a whore
    F                              
And no one ought to ever feel that 
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way


[Chorus]
C                                 
He was playing for the traffic and
     F       C
 the nine to fivers
Am                               G
Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
    C                              
And he gave more to this world than
         F              C
 all the penny-pinching bastards
     Am                G          
They turned around and looked the 
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other way

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[Verse 3]
C                                 
He was playing when I left him, 
     F            C
with a new crowd to convince
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I often look out for him but he’s 
not been back there since
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Did anybody notice, does anybody 
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wince
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At some pour Bastard digging 
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through the trash
C                                 
Cause in this land of milk and 
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honey where there’s more than 
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enough for all
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Why did he spend his whole life with
 his back against the wall
    F                     C       
Did he fight in two world wars to 
G                  Am
wind up with sweet fuck all
F                                  
begging on the street for a bit of 
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stash



[Chorus]
C                                 
He was playing for the traffic and
     F       C
 the nine to fivers
Am                               G
Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
    C                              
And he gave more to this world than
         F              C
 all the penny-pinching bastards
     Am                G          
That turned around and looked the 
C
other way