Thirty Foot Trailer
Ewan MaccollVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The old ways are changing you cannot deny
The day of the traveler's over
There's nowhere to gang and there's nowhere to bide
So farewell to the life of the rover
Goodbye to the tent and the old cara van
To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
And goodbye tae the thirty foot trailer
Farewell tae the cant and the traveling tongue
Farewell tae the Romany talking
The buying, the selling, the old fortune telling
The knock on the door and the hawking
You got to move fast to keep up with the times
For these days a man cannot dander
There's a bylaw to say you maun be on your way
And another to say ye can't wander
Farewell to the blossom and besoms of broom
Farewell tae the creels and the baskets
The folk of today would far rather pay
For a thing that is made oot o plastic
The old ways are passing and soon will be gone
And progress is aye a big factor
Its sent to afflict us and when they evict us
They tow us away wi a tractor
Farewell tae the pony, the cob, and the mare
The reins and the harness are idle
You don't need a strap when you're breaking up scrap
So farewell tae the bit and the bridle
Farewell tae the fields where we've sweated and toiled
At pulling and hauling and lifting
They'll soon have machines and the traveling queens
And their menfolk had better be shifting
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Readable chord sheet for Thirty Foot Trailer by Ewan Maccoll
[C]The old ways are changing you [F] cannot deny [C]The day of the traveler's [F]ov[G]er There's[Am] nowhere to gang and there's [C] nowhere to[F] bide So[C] farewell to the life of the[F] rov[C]er [C]Goodbye to the tent and the [F] old cara [G] van To[Am] the tinker, the[C] gypsy, the[F] traveling [G]man And[G] goodbye tae the[C] thirty foot[F] trail[F]er Farewell tae the cant and the traveling tongue Farewell tae the Romany talking The buying, the selling, the old fortune telling The knock on the door and the hawking You got to move fast to keep up with the times For these days a man cannot dander There's a bylaw to say you maun be on your way And another to say ye can't wander Farewell to the blossom and besoms of broom Farewell tae the creels and the baskets The folk of today would far rather pay For a thing that is made oot o plastic The old ways are passing and soon will be gone And progress is aye a big factor Its sent to afflict us and when they evict us They tow us away wi a tractor Farewell tae the pony, the cob, and the mare The reins and the harness are idle You don't need a strap when you're breaking up scrap So farewell tae the bit and the bridle Farewell tae the fields where we've sweated and toiled At pulling and hauling and lifting They'll soon have machines and the traveling queens And their menfolk had better be shifting