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The Huntsman Comes A-marchin

Frank Turner
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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

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