Country Life
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Working in the rain, cutting up wood, it didnt do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite, all he does now is drink and fight
Sells a bit of grass, hots up cars, talks of travel, never gets far
Loved his kids, left his wife, an everyday story of country life
And the red brick cottage, where I was born, is the empty shell of a holiday home
Most of the year, theres no one there, the village is dead and they dont care
Now we live on the edge of town, havent been back since the pub closed down
One mans family pays the price, for another mans vision of country life
Wooooah x 2
(Chords as above)
And my old man is eighty four, his generation won the war
He left the farm, forever when they only kept on one in ten
Land and gentry, county snobs, where were you when they lost their jobs
Noone marched or subsidised to save a country way of life
I'm singing wooooah x 2
(Break.)
Silent fields Empty lanes
Drifting smoke Distant flames
Picture postcard Fields on fire
Cattle burning in funeral pyres
Out to graze, they look so sweet, we ate the blood we wore the meat
Buy me a beer ill take my knife and cut you slice of country life
Im singing Wooooah x 4
(back to verse chord structure)
If you want cheap food, well heres the deal, family farms are brought to heel
By the hammer blows , scythes and scale, foot and mouth; the final nail
A coffin of our English dream, lies out on the village green
Where I grew balance, cap in hand, strip this green and pleasant land
Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, park
What remains gets built upon
No trains, no jobs, no shops, no pubs, no where to run
Country life country life country life
(pause)
Its a little bit of country - life
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Readable chord sheet for Country Life by Show Of Hands
[Am]Working in the rain, [C]cutting up wood, [G]it didnt do my little brother much good [Am]Lost two fingers in a [C]chainsaw bite, [G]all he does now is drink and fight [F]Sells a bit of grass, [G]hots up [Am]cars[Dsus2], talks of travel, neve[F]r gets far [F]Loved his kids, [G]left his [Am]wife, an e[Dsus2]veryday story of c[F]ountry life [Am]And the red brick cottage, where [C]I was born, is the e[G]mpty shell of a holiday home [Am]Most of the year, theres [C]no one there, the v[G]illage is dead and they dont care [F]Now we live on the[G] edge of [Am]town, [Dsus2]havent been back since the [F]pub closed down [F]One mans family [G]pays the [Am]price, [Dsus2]for another mans vision of [F]country life Wooooah x 2 (Chords as above) And my old man is eighty four, his generation won the war He left the farm, forever when they only kept on one in ten Land and gentry, county snobs, where were you when they lost their jobs Noone marched or subsidised to save a country way of life I'm singing wooooah x 2 (Break.) [Am]Silent fields Empty lanes [G]Drifting smoke Distant flames [Am]Picture postcard Fields on fire [G]Cattle burning in funeral pyres [F]Out to graze, they l[G]ook so s[Am]weet, [Dsus2]we ate the blood we wore t[F]he meat [F]Buy me a beer ill [G]take my k[Am]nife and [Dsus2]cut you slice of count[F]ry life Im singing Wooooah x 4 (back to verse chord structure) If you want cheap food, well heres the deal, family farms are brought to heel By the hammer blows , scythes and scale, foot and mouth; the final nail A coffin of our English dream, lies out on the village green Where I grew balance, cap in hand, strip this green and pleasant land Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, park What remains gets built upon No trains, no jobs, no shops, no pubs, no where to run Country life country life country life (pause) Its a little bit of country - l[Am]ife