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another folk song!

The Waifs of Rundle Street     

Am              C    
she wore a great coat from the great war
                      G                                                       Am
to hide her frame she hadn't eaten maybe three days or more

come pissing poems of paradise and how all men were vain
all dark and fascinator eyed like something woken once again
   C                 G                        Am                       G                                                     
I hail Mary thrice before I sleep close my eyes I’m with the waifs of 
               Am
Rundle street

we stole our moments inside the Austral’s door
staked our claim upon the bar and spilt our beers across the floor

the crowd all pumped and prejudiced and how the drunks would lay
we wove our way between their falls till morning woke the world again

I hail Mary thrice before I sleep as we slipped between the cars on Rundle street

G                                              Am                             F
softly she waits folds her slender arms and breaks 
              C       
for the truth behind that stare
                  G
you’ll forget I’m even there

            Am         Em       F                 G              Am       
when all your pretty glows just how you feel

she wore a flower from a garden wall
all anthem pinning to her coat she claimed its colours for our cause

and still she spoke of paradise and tales of tyrants slain
all dark and fascinator eyes that woke with fire once again

I hail Mary thrice before I sleep and I miss those nights lived large on Rundle street

softly she waits folds her slender arms and breaks 
and for the truth behind that stare
you’ll forget I’m even there
when all your pretty glows just how you feel

I hail Mary thrice before I sleep and I miss those nights lived large on Rundle street
and I miss those nights lived large on Rundle street

The Waifs Of Rundle Street

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Brett Fitzsimmons. I write songs, play guitars, home record, that kind of thing.
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