Tom Traubert's Blues

This version on uke is a good guide, though I'd keep up the slow picking (in 4/4 time) and not the strum. It is a long song too, so leaving out a verse or too might be wise.

F Gm7 F Bb
F G7 C7 (end with note C on A string)

Bb                      F                                   Gm7          C7         F C7 F
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now
 Bb       F                          G9 2212             C7
 See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
  F Gm7 F Bb
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
  F                   Gm7      C7
 You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open,
And I'm down on my knees tonight
 Bb                            F                         
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
G9 2212                                C7
In your silhouette window light go
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll go waltzing Matilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
 Gm7              C7   F      Gm7      F7
 Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
 Bb                                                       F
 And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
 Gm7               C7 F
 And goodnight to Matilda, too
 Gm7 F Bb F Gm7 C7 F