F
The countryside is dying
F/D
They're closing village stores
A#
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
F C
The government burn them all
Gm
And here's another post office
A# C F
With boards across the door
F
Now the rich folks came from london
F/D
To breathe the cleaner air
A#
They listen to The Archers
F C
Buy new barbours, grow their hair
Gm
Then they buy up all the houses
A#
So country people born-and-bred
A# C F
Can't afford to live there
F
Now the Countryside Alliance
F/D
We'll call them 'the cunts' for short
A#
They promised in defiance
F C
That a battle would be fought
Gm
Then they ignored the real issues
A# C F
And just shout about their bloody sport
A# F C
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
A# F C
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
A# F F/D F#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
A#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C F A# C F
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
F
Now the cunts have come to London
F/D
To show us all what for:
A#
There were only 20 thousand of them
F C
Marching down through Whitehall
F
But they were such a bunch of thugs
F/D
And the police arrested more
A#
Than when 2 million normal people
A# C F
Marched against the war
A# F C
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
A# F C
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
A# F F/D F#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
A#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C F A# C F
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me.
F#1 Gm A# C
Where were you when the miners fought to save their livelihoods?
F#1 Gm A# C
You were dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
F#1 Gm A# C
You loved the fucking poll tax, you propped up Maggie Thatcher
Gm
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
A# C F
'Til he threw your hobby back at ya.
F
The countryside is dying
F/D
Some say it's already dead
A# F C
And the huntsman's got a boner as the dogs rip the fox to shreds
Gm
Then he smears the blood on his daughter's face
A# C F
And drags her back to bed.
A# F C
And you can call it a betrayal well it looks like that to me
A# F C
And you can call it bad behaviour or a waste of time and money
A# F F/D F#1
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
A#
But when the huntsman comes a-marchin'
C F A# C F
You give him one for me, officer, give him one for me