Show Of Hands - Country Life Chords

 Downtuned 2 semitones from standard(DGCFAD)


Wooooah     x   2


Am                   C                G  
Working in the rain, cutting up wood, it didn’t do my little brother much good 
Am                    C              G  
Lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite, all he does now is drink and fight
F                     G       Am  Dsus2                  F
Sells a bit of grass, hots up cars, talks of travel, never gets far
F               G        Am        Dsus2             F
Loved his kids, left his wife, an everyday story of country life



Am                               C                   G  
And the red brick cottage, where I was born, is the empty shell of a holiday home 
Am                        C                  G  
Most of the year, there’s no one there, the village is dead and they don’t care
F                 G        Am    Dsus2                       F
Now we live on the edge of town, haven’t been back since the pub closed down 
F                G        Am     Dsus2                       F
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.)


Am                                       
Silent fields        Empty lanes
G  
Drifting smoke       Distant flames 
Am                                       
Picture postcard     Fields on fire  
G  
Cattle burning       in funeral pyres 


F                   G       Am    Dsus2                     F
Out to graze, they look so sweet, we ate the blood we wore the meat
F                  G        Am       Dsus2                 F
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)
                                 Am
It’s  a little bit of country - life