Icehouse - Great Southern Land

      
 
 Great southern land by Icehouse
 Intro: A Em D
   A                                      
 Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
                         Em          
 stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
                       D               
 city on a rainy day down in the harbor
                                   A       
 watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
                           Em               
 looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
                       A                    
 this is not the way that i remember it here
                          D                
 anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
                      A                  
 hidden in the summer for a million years
 
                      Am              F A Am 
 Great Southern Land, burned you black
 
 A                                                     
 So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
                      Em             
 story 'bout a journey ended long ago
                             D                           
 if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
                                         A 
 maybe you can hear them talking like I do
                            Em                      
 ". . they're gonna betray, they're gonna forget you
                      A                            
 are you gonna let them take you over this way . ."
 
 
                       Am                F A 
 Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
 
                  Am                 A 
 you walk alone, like a primitive man
                           Am                 F 
 and they make it work, with sticks and bones,
                           A              Am 
 see their hungry eyes, its a hungry home,
                  F                         A 
 I hear the sound, of the stranger's voices,
                  Am                       F 
 I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
  Am                    F      Am        F 
 Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
 A                                Am            
 they burned you black, black against the ground
 
 Am                     F                A 
 Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
                    Am                F 
 you walk alone with the ghost of time
                            A                   Am 
 they burned you black, black against the ground
                                 F        A 
 and they make it work with rocks and sand
 Am                F                     A 
 I hear the sound of the stanger's voices
                            F              A 
 I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
 Am                      F               A 
 Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
 
 Am                                  F 
 you walk alone, like a primitive man
                  A                   Am 
 you walk alone with the ghost of time
                          F 
 and they burned you black
 Am                         A 
 yeah, they burned you black
 Am F A Am