WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Show Of Hands - Transportation Chords | Ver. 1
[Verse 1]
D A
I've twenty five acres, enough for my needs
Em G
But it's other men's cattle I'll water and feed
D A
One day I will pay for this life that I lead
Em G
I'm a thief from the edge of the moor
[Verse 2]
D A
My uncle and me got it down to an art
Em G
We set out for stealing not long after dark
D A
For the fields and the farms where it's easy to park
Em G
And the way back to home is secure
[Verse 3]
D A
One cold winter's night after Tavistock Fair
Em G
Stolen sheep in our trailer and rain in the air
D A
I felt the flat tyre and I reached for the spare
Em G
By the side of the A38
[Verse 4]
D A
But the bolts on the wheel must have rusted in place
Em G
I'm under the Landy with spray in my face
D A
And less than an hour to get out of that place
Em G
Cursing our bad luck and fate
[Chorus]
A D
There's no transportation down under
Em G
No gallows in the old County jail
A D
At best in the morning, we're fined with a warning
G A
At worst in the evening, we're back out on bail
[Verse 5]
D A
And then I saw in the distance this flashing blue light
Em G
Two feet and a loud voice came out of the night
D A
Asking if everything here was alright
Em G
And would we be soon on our way?
[Verse 6]
D A
So John said he'd better get help on the phone
Em G
And in the distance I'm hearing his soft urgent tones
D A
But this officer he wouldn't leave it alone
Em G
His torch on my back number plate
[Verse 7]
D A
Instead of the AA, John had dialled triple nine
Em G
Said 'Help me I'm stuck at the scene of a crime
D A
A gas station robbery a mile down the line
Em G
Come quickly I'm trapped in the gents'
[Verse 8]
D A
So we heard the police radio burst into life
Em G
He took the call, slammed the door and sped into the night
D A
We worked the wheel free and clamped it on tight
Em G
Through the first open gate those sheep went
D A
So come you West Country villains when you set out to steal
Em G
Keep your phones charged, always check your spare wheel
D A
And if you get caught, use your wits not your heels
Em G
Think of my uncle and me
D A
'Cos somewhere some copper he's just hopping mad
Em G
Some farmer is counting more sheep than he had
D A
And we're in the pub with our pints, really glad
Em G
We weren't born in 1803
[Chorus]
A D
There's no transportation down under
Em G
No gallows in the old County jail
A D
At best in the morning, we're fined with a warning
G A
At worst in the evening, we're back out on bail