Intro -x2-: Bm A Bm G A Bm A Bm G A Traveling in a fried-out combie Bm A Bm G A On a hippie trail, head full of zombie Bm A Bm G A I met a strange lady, she made me nervous Bm A Bm She took me in and gave me breakfast G A 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 Buying bread from a man in Brussels Bm A Bm G A He was six foot four and full of muscles Bm A Bm G A I said, do you speak-a my language? Bm A Bm He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich G A And he 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 Lying in a den in Bombay Bm A Bm G A With a slack jaw, and not much to say Bm A Bm G A I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me Bm A Bm Because I come from the land of plenty? G A And he said D A Bm G A Oh! do you come from a land down under? -oh yeah yeah- 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. D A Bm G A Oh! do you come from a land down under? -oh yeah yeah- 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…
