Bundaberg Rum

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[Verse]
G                      Am
God made the sugarcane grow where it's hot
    D                       D7              G
And tea-total abstainers to grow where it's not
                             Am
Let the sin bosun warn of perdition to come
      D                           D7           G
We'll drink it, and chance it, so bring on the rum!

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum
        G                       Am
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
        D                            D7           G
For his water-logged belly but we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                          Am
We're men who drink it, oh yes men indeed
       D                        D7        G
Of the bushranging hairy-necked oldentime breed
                           Am
We shave with our axes, we dress in old rags
   D                                     G
We feed on old boots and we sleep on old bags

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum
        G                       Am
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
        D                            D7           G
For his water-logged belly but we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                                      Am
Dull care flies away when our voices resound
        D                         D7          G
And the grass shrivels up when we spit on the ground
                            Am
When we finally die and are buried in clay
    D                      D7    G
Our bodies are pickled and never decay

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum
        G                       Am
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
        D                            D7           G
For his water-logged belly but we'll stick to our rum

[Verse]
G                                    Am
On the morning of judgement when the skies are rolled back
      D                             D7          G
We'll stroll from our graves up the long golden track
                         Am
And our voices will echo throughout kingdom come
      D                       D7        G
As we toast the archangels in bundaberg rum

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum
        G                       Am
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
        D                            D7
For his water-logged belly but we'll stick to our (straight into next chorus)

[Chorus]
G
Bundaberg rum and it's overproof rum
                               D
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum
        G                       Am
Let the blue ribbon beat on his empty old drum
        D                            D7           G
For his water-logged belly but we'll stick to our rum