Dave Faulkner
Tracy. Tracy was angry. a bad mood. A bad mood. I told her, "it's an ill wind Blows no good. Blows no good." Then she told me: "Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin." "Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin." I said, "Tracy, won't you listen - this is Christmas! Don't you go. Don't you go." She said, "David, believe me, I wouldn't miss this for the world I've got to blow. I've got to blow." She said again: "Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin. Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin." Now she's gone, gone, gone Just like the wind. I just sigh, I just sigh, But I'm dreaming that I'm gleaming In her eye, in her eye. But I'll always hear: "Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin. Tojo never made it Tojo never made it to Darwin." That year, Santa never came. Copyright EMI Music Publishing; reprinted with kind permission. Guitar tab version
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