Pass the Flagon
	( from , "Undeniably..." by The Whitlams )
	Written by the late , great Stevie Plunder


Tabbed by R.Gesmundo(gesmu_r@arch.su.edu.au)

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Look at the moon above our heads
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Oh the night is old , but it's not dead
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There's talk of things that we used to do
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God , our future , it looks too bleak
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Well my body's floating up with the stars
F                    C
The alcohol seems to cleanse the scars
F                 C
As another bottle hits the ground
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You know , I feel as empty as it sounds

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So , pass the flagon down the line
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Don't taste bad for such cheap wine
            F            G
And now the only , thing left to forget
   F               C
Is that picture of her

Well I wake , and everything's bright
My eyes they can't adjust to the morning light
My body's aching , with the cold
And I feel about 100 years old
As I stagger down the D.S.S
Trying to get myself a counter cheque
But an hour in line's an hour of wasted time
Man , I want to break their necks

You see , my wife she couldn't stand the pain
Left one morning on the evening train
And now the only , thing left to forget
Is that picture of her

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You see my dad was one too , you know , he can't forget
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I don't feel proud following his footsteps
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Though the backs of his feet , are just a memory
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>From sometime so long ago

Getting back to the park again
Johnny borrows some money off some friends
And we wash down the morning , with some port
And curled up in the shade
You see , my job was boring so I got the sack
Spent the next 12 years on my back
And the mortgages gained sucked my house down the drain
Now those four winds they blow all around me

You see my wife she couldn't stand the smell
Left me here to rot in hell
And now the only , thing left to forget
Is that picture of her , so
Pass the flagon down the line
Don't taste bad for such cheap wine
And now the only , thing left to forget
Is that picture of her