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[Verse]
          D                       F#m
Are you proud white Australians wherever you are?
D                           A
Beer in your hand and your elbow on the bar
D                   F#m
All you people from Darwin to the south
           G                      A
With your blue faded jeans and a joint in your mouth

  D                 F#m
Young sophisticates making the scene
         G                 A
At the Lion Hotel in your rolled up jeans
D                         F#m
Something going on, we're all implied
 G                      A
Last night another pickininny died

G A
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         D                         F#m
In the dirt filled gutters on the cold concrete
        G                A
At the nightclub end of Hindley Street
     D                   F#m
Sit dusky young ladies learning the rules
      G                        A
From drunks and traps and the hard knocks school

D                      F#m
Milky brown eyes from drinking all day
           G                        A
Till it's time at the Carrington Cabaret
D                   F#m
Down at the port a sick black mum
G                         A
Rings for a taxi but the taxi won't come

G A
G D A

Bm                            F#m
It's probably too painful for us to understand
     G            A             D            A
But two hundred years ago we overran their land
D                    A        Bm        F#m
Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleep
  G                 A                G               A   D A D A D A
Australia land of things to do have you got time to weep

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        D                  F#m
Oh our great free land of fire and rain
 G                       A
White man's wealth and black man's pain
       D                       F#m
You've got to be white if you want to get in
           G                          A
It's the black man's country but the white man's in

      D                       F#m
Too utter distasteful for civilized man
G                     A
Hide them away in Arnhem Land
D                    F#m
Shake your head and say "That's that"
        G                        A
As you kick away the bottles on Pinky flat

D A Em A D A

Bm                            F#m
It's probably too painful for us to understand
     G            A             D            A
But two hundred years ago we overran their land
Bm                    A       Bm        F#m
Dreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleep
  G                 A                G               A
Australia land of things to do have you got time to weep