John Williamson - Cootamundra Wattle, аккорды

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Intro: 
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1. Don’t go lookin’ through that old camphor box, woman, 
    
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    You know those old things only make you cry. 
              
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    When you dream upon that little bunny rug, 
     
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    Makes you think that life has passed you by. 
  
             
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2. There are days when you wish the world would stop, woman, 
        
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    But then you know some wounds would never heal. 
        
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    When I browse the early pages of the children, 
                                     
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    It’s then I know exactly how you feel. 
 
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Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining,  
        
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and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend. 
    
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For all at once my childhood never left me,  
        
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’cause wattle blossoms bring it back again. 
  
                                        
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3. It’s Sunday and you should stop the worry, woman 
    
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    Come out here and sit down in the sun. 
     
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    Can’t you hear the magpies in the distance 
    
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    Don’t you feel the new day has begun 
  
                                  
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4. Can’t you hear the bees making honey, woman, 
            
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    In the spotted gums where the bell birds ring? 
        
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    You might grow old and bitter ‘cause you missed it,       
                                          
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    You know some people never hear such things 
  
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Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining,  
        
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and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend. 
    
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For all at once my childhood never left me,  
        
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’cause wattle blossoms bring it back again.            

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5. Don’t buy the daily papers any more, woman, 
         
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    Read all about what’s goin’ on in hell. 
     
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    They don’t care to tell the world of kindness, 
     
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    Good news never made a paper sell. 
  
                    
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6. There’s all the colours of the rainbow in the garden, woman, 
          
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    And symphonies of music in the sky, 
    
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    Heaven’s all around us if you’re lookin’ 
                                  
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    But how can you see it if you cry? 
 
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Hey, it’s July, and the winter sun is shining,  
        
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and the Cootamundra wattle is my friend. 
    
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For all at once my childhood never left me,  
        
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’cause wattle blossoms bring it back again. 
 
Outro: 
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