Tom: G
D G
[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
