| Song | Waltzing Matilda (Live) |
| Artist | John Fahey |
| Album | Live In Tasmania |
| Tom Traubert’s Blues - Waltzing Matilda | |
| Tom Waits | |
| Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did | |
| I've got what I paid for now | |
| See you tomorrow | |
| hey Frank, can I borrow | |
| a couple of bucks from you, to go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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 | |
| Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger | |
| In your silhouette window light | |
| To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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, to go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
| And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor | |
| And the old men in wheelchairs know | |
| And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred | |
| And she follows wherever you may go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You'll go waltzing Mathilda 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 old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey | |
| And goodnight to the street sweepers | |
| The night watchman flame keepers | |
| And goodnight to Matilda too |
| Tom Traubert' s Blues Waltzing Matilda | |
| Tom Waits | |
| Wasted and wounded, it ain' t what the moon did | |
| I' ve got what I paid for now | |
| See you tomorrow | |
| hey Frank, can I borrow | |
| a couple of bucks from you, to go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda 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 | |
| Old Bushmill' s I staggered, you' d bury the dagger | |
| In your silhouette window light | |
| To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
| Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I' ve kissed her | |
| And the onearmed bandit knows | |
| And the maverick Chinamen, and the coldblooded signs | |
| And the girls down by the striptease shows, to go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda 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 Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda with me | |
| And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor | |
| And the old men in wheelchairs know | |
| And Mathilda' s the defendant, she killed about a hundred | |
| And she follows wherever you may go | |
| Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda | |
| You' ll go waltzing Mathilda 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 old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey | |
| And goodnight to the street sweepers | |
| The night watchman flame keepers | |
| And goodnight to Matilda too |