Standard (EADGBE)

Working in the rain, cutting up wood, it didn’t 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, there’s no one there, the village is dead and they don’t care

Now we live on the edge of town, haven’t been back since the pub closed down

One man’s family pays the price, for another man’s 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 i’ll take my knife and cut you slice of country life

I’m singing Wooooah x 4

(back to verse chord structure)

If you want cheap food, well here’s 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)

 It’s a little bit of country - life