Scorn of the Women – Weddings, Parties, Anything G D I remember respectfully like others before me A All those folk who fell in the war G D And I hear you singing songs of lamentation A D But I don’t wish to hear them no more A G A What did you do in the time of the war? It’s a question asked by everyone G D A D I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton G D So don’t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda A G A G Don’t tell me I tried, don’t tell me I failed G D For all I recall is the scorn of the women A D And a white feather that I received in the mail G D I remember the day I went down to enlist A And they said “Read this chart on the wall” G D I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor A D As he said to me: “That will be all. Thank you very much” A G A Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry G D For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps A D And a good soldier he must have good eyes Chorus G D Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim A Whether worn down or beaten a death’s still a death G D And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties A D I pray for my very last breath A You know I have nothing against those who fought G A But for Christ’s sake we do what we can G D And there’s more than one way that you can skin a cat A D And there’s more than one way you can cripple a man Chorus