Intro -x2-: Am G Am F G Am G Am F G Traveling in a fried-out combie Am G Am F G On a hippie trail, head full of zombie Am G Am F G I met a strange lady, she made me nervous Am G Am She took me in and gave me breakfast F G And she said C G Am F G Do you come from a land down under? C G Am F G Where women glow and men plunder? C G Am F G Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder? C G Am F G You better run, you better take cover. Am G Am F G Buying bread from a man in Brussels Am G Am F G He was six foot four and full of muscles Am G Am F G I said, do you speak-a my language? Am G Am He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich F G And he said C G Am F G Do you come from a land down under? C G Am F G Where women glow and men plunder? C G Am F G Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder? C G Am F G You better run, you better take cover. Am G Am F G Lying in a den in Bombay Am G Am F G With a slack jaw, and not much to say Am G Am F G I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me Am G Am Because I come from the land of plenty? F G And he said C G Am F G Oh! do you come from a land down under? -oh yeah yeah- C G Am F G Where women glow and men plunder? C G Am F G Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder? C G Am F G You better run, you better take cover. C G Am F G Oh! do you come from a land down under? -oh yeah yeah- C G Am F G Where women glow and men plunder? C G Am F G Can t you hear, can t you hear the thunder? C G Am F G You better run, you better take cover…
