Great song, written by Chris TT but often covered by frank, as i prefer franks
version i thought id put it up under him!
Capo II (EVERYTHING RELEVANT TO CAPO!)
standard tuning EADGBe
INTRO
(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.
END