The Huntsman Comes A-marchin
Frank TurnerVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
(hammer on the string)
then on the A string slide whilst strumming from 3 to 5 to 7 and back to three.
(play around with it)
The countryside is dying
They're closing village stores
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
The government burned them all
And here's another post office
With boards across the door
The people from the city came
To breathe the cleaner air
They listen to The Archers
Buy new coats and grow their hair
Then they buy up all the houses
So country people born-and-bred
Can't afford to live there
Now the Countryside Alliance
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
They promised in defiance
That a battle would be fought
Then ignored the real problems
To shout about their bloody sport
Call it a betrayal - it looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
Well give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
Now the cunts have come to London
To give us all what for:
There were only 20 thousand of them
Marching down through Whitehall
But they were such a bunch of thugs
The police arrested more
Than when 2 million normal people
Marched against the war
Call it a betrayal - looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
Well give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
Dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Margaret Thatcher
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
The countryside is dying
Some say it's already dead
And the huntsman has a boner as the dogs pull it to shreds
Then he wipes the blood on his daughter's face
And drags her back to bed.
Call it a betrayal - looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
Well give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
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Readable chord sheet for The Huntsman Comes A-marchin by Frank Turner
[G](hammer on the [E] string) then on the A string slide whilst strumming from 3 to 5 to 7 and back to three. (play around with it) [G]The countryside is dying [G/f#] They're closing village stores [C]While shepherds watched their flocks by night [G]The government burned them a[D]ll [Am]And here's another post office With[C] boar[G]ds across the door[D] [G]The people from the city came [G/f#] To breathe the cleaner air [C]They listen to The Archers Buy new c[G]oats and grow their h[D]air [Am]Then they buy up all the houses So country people born-and-bred [C]Can't af[G]ford to live[D] there [G]Now the Countryside Alliance [G/f#] We'll call them 'the cunts' for short [C]They promised in defiance That a ba[G]ttle would be fo[D]ught Then i[Am]gnored the real problems To shout ab[C]out their bl[G]oody sp[D]ort [C]Call it a betrayal - it l[G]ooks like that to [D]me [C]Call it bad behaviour and [G]a waste of time a[D]nd money [C]I've never been in favour [G]of police brutali[D]ty But when the h[Em]untsman comes a-marchin' Well g[C]ive h[D]im one [G]for me, officer, giv[C]e him on[D]e fo[G]r me. [G]Now the cunts have come to London [G/f#] To give us all what for: [C]There were only 20 thousand of them [G]Marching down through Whit[D]ehall But th[Am]ey were such a bunch of thugs [Am]The police arrested more Than when 2 million normal people [C]Marched ag[G]ainst the w[D]ar [C]Call it a betrayal - looks [G]like that to m[D]e [C]Call it bad behaviour and a [G]waste of time [D]and money [C]I've never been in favour of [G]police brut[D]ality But when the h[Em]untsman comes a-marchin' Well gi[C]ve him on[D]e for m[G]e, officer, gi[C]ve him o[D]ne for m[G]e. Where were[Em] you when the mi[Am]ners fought to sav[C]e their livel[G]ihoods? Dressed [Em]up in red velve[Am]t somewhere de[C]ep in the wo[G]ods You l[Em]oved the fucking [Am]poll tax, you p[C]ropped up Margaret [G]Thatcher And you d[Em]idn't give a fuc[Am]k about Tony Blair 'Til he t[C]hrew your hobby back at y[G]a. [G]The countryside is dying [G/f#] Some say it's already dead And the hu[C]ntsman has a boner as the do[G]gs pull it to sh[D]reds Then he w[Am]ipes the blood on his daughter's face And d[C]rags her ba[G]ck to b[D]ed. [C]Call it a betrayal - looks[G] like that to [D]me [C]Call it bad behaviour and a[G] waste of time [D]and money [C]And I've never been in favo[G]ur of police br[D]utality But when the h[Em]untsman comes a-marchin' Well give hi[C]m on[D]e for m[G]e, officer, gi[C]ve hi[D]m one for[G] me. END