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[Verse 1]
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You could have seen him any day up the back of Martin Place
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In a battered Sunday suit that’s seen far better days
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Blowing on a mouth harp with the kind of wit and grace
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That would bring a smile to the face of a broken clock
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And there was not a verse or chorus the old bastard didn’t know
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From Mother Kelly’s Doorstep to The Banks of The Ohio
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The typists and the tellers didn’t want to bloody know
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Dealing with their dose of future shock



[Chorus]
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He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers
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Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
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And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards
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They turned around and looked the other way

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[Verse 2]
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I stood awhile to listen as he played the thing with ease
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The crowd that day was tighter than a Pom at a wine and cheese
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Maybe they were hard up or just plain hard to please
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But no one put a single cent his way
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So I reached into my pocket to even up the score
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Dropped a pile of change into the tin plate on the floor
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When you work the streets they treat you like a whore
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And no one ought to ever feel that way


[Chorus]
C                                      F       C
He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers
Am                               G
Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
    C                                       F              C
And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards
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They turned around and looked the other way

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[Verse 3]
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He was playing when I left him, with a new crowd to convince
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I often look out for him but he’s not been back there since
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Did anybody notice, does anybody wince
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At some pour Bastard digging through the trash
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Cause in this land of milk and honey where there’s more than enough for all
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Why did he spend his whole life with his back against the wall
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Did he fight in two world wars to wind up with sweet fuck all
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begging on the street for a bit of stash



[Chorus]
C                                      F       C
He was playing for the traffic and the nine to fivers
Am                               G
Tooraloo you’re bound for Botany Bay
    C                                       F              C
And he gave more to this world than all the penny-pinching bastards
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That turned around and looked the other way