Country Life
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โฑ๏ธ 3:57 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Working in the rain cutting down wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers ina chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
Sells a bit of grass hots up cars
Talks of travel never gets far
Loves 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 visio of country life
My old man is eighty four
His generation won the war
He left the farm forever when
They only kept on one in ten
Landed gentry county snobs
Where were you when they lost their jobs
No-one marched or subsidised
To save a country way of life
Silent fields empty lanes
Drifting smoke distant flames
Picture postcard hills on fire
Cattle burning in funeral pyres
Out to graze they look so sweet
We hate the blood we want the meat
Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
Cut you a slice of country life
If you want cheap food well here's the deal
Family farms are brought to heel
Hammer blows of size and scale
Foot and mouth the final nail
The coffin of our English dream
Lies out on the village green
While agri-barons CAP in hand
Strip this green and pleasant land
Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
What remains gets built upon
No trains, jobs
No shops, no pubs
What went wrong
Country life
It's a little bit of country life
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers ina chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
Sells a bit of grass hots up cars
Talks of travel never gets far
Loves 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 visio of country life
My old man is eighty four
His generation won the war
He left the farm forever when
They only kept on one in ten
Landed gentry county snobs
Where were you when they lost their jobs
No-one marched or subsidised
To save a country way of life
Silent fields empty lanes
Drifting smoke distant flames
Picture postcard hills on fire
Cattle burning in funeral pyres
Out to graze they look so sweet
We hate the blood we want the meat
Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
Cut you a slice of country life
If you want cheap food well here's the deal
Family farms are brought to heel
Hammer blows of size and scale
Foot and mouth the final nail
The coffin of our English dream
Lies out on the village green
While agri-barons CAP in hand
Strip this green and pleasant land
Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
What remains gets built upon
No trains, jobs
No shops, no pubs
What went wrong
Country life
It's a little bit of country life
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.17] Working in the rain cutting down wood
[00:23.57] Didn't do my little brother much good
[00:26.25] Lost two fingers ina chainsaw bite
[00:28.76] All he does now is drink and fight
[00:31.36] Sells a bit of grass hots up cars
[00:33.85] Talks of travel never gets far
[00:36.46] Loves his kids left his wife
[00:38.92] An everyday story of country life
[00:45.99] And the red brick cottage where I was born
[00:48.43] Is the empty shell of a holiday home
[00:51.15] Most of the year there's no-one there
[00:53.64] The village is dead and they don't care
[00:56.38] Now we live on the edge of town
[00:58.83] Haven't been back since the pub closed down
[01:01.32] One man's family pays the price
[01:03.64] FOr another man's visio of country life
[01:21.50] My old man is eighty four
[01:23.88] His generation won the war
[01:26.47] He left the farm forever when
[01:29.02] They only kept on one in ten
[01:31.53] Landed gentry county snobs
[01:34.02] Where were you when they lost their jobs
[01:36.71] No-one marched or subsidised
[01:39.39] To save a country way of life
[02:07.01] Silent fields empty lanes
[02:11.83] Drifting smoke distant flames
[02:17.07] Picture postcard hills on fire
[02:22.05] Cattle burning in funeral pyres
[02:27.62] Out to graze they look so sweet
[02:29.52] We hate the blood we want the meat
[02:32.08] Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
[02:34.79] Cut you a slice of country life
[03:02.20] If you want cheap food well here's the deal
[03:04.73] Family farms are brought to heel
[03:07.36] Hammer blows of size and scale
[03:09.86] Foot and mouth the final nail
[03:12.49] The coffin of our English dream
[03:15.02] Lies out on the village green
[03:17.68] While agri-barons CAP in hand
[03:20.08] Strip this green and pleasant land
[03:22.66] Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
[03:25.33] What remains gets built upon
[03:27.73] No trains, jobs
[03:30.34] No shops, no pubs
[03:32.37] What went wrong
[03:39.95] Country life
[03:46.99] It's a little bit of country life
[03:55.68]
[00:23.57] Didn't do my little brother much good
[00:26.25] Lost two fingers ina chainsaw bite
[00:28.76] All he does now is drink and fight
[00:31.36] Sells a bit of grass hots up cars
[00:33.85] Talks of travel never gets far
[00:36.46] Loves his kids left his wife
[00:38.92] An everyday story of country life
[00:45.99] And the red brick cottage where I was born
[00:48.43] Is the empty shell of a holiday home
[00:51.15] Most of the year there's no-one there
[00:53.64] The village is dead and they don't care
[00:56.38] Now we live on the edge of town
[00:58.83] Haven't been back since the pub closed down
[01:01.32] One man's family pays the price
[01:03.64] FOr another man's visio of country life
[01:21.50] My old man is eighty four
[01:23.88] His generation won the war
[01:26.47] He left the farm forever when
[01:29.02] They only kept on one in ten
[01:31.53] Landed gentry county snobs
[01:34.02] Where were you when they lost their jobs
[01:36.71] No-one marched or subsidised
[01:39.39] To save a country way of life
[02:07.01] Silent fields empty lanes
[02:11.83] Drifting smoke distant flames
[02:17.07] Picture postcard hills on fire
[02:22.05] Cattle burning in funeral pyres
[02:27.62] Out to graze they look so sweet
[02:29.52] We hate the blood we want the meat
[02:32.08] Buy me a beer I'll take my knife
[02:34.79] Cut you a slice of country life
[03:02.20] If you want cheap food well here's the deal
[03:04.73] Family farms are brought to heel
[03:07.36] Hammer blows of size and scale
[03:09.86] Foot and mouth the final nail
[03:12.49] The coffin of our English dream
[03:15.02] Lies out on the village green
[03:17.68] While agri-barons CAP in hand
[03:20.08] Strip this green and pleasant land
[03:22.66] Of meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond
[03:25.33] What remains gets built upon
[03:27.73] No trains, jobs
[03:30.34] No shops, no pubs
[03:32.37] What went wrong
[03:39.95] Country life
[03:46.99] It's a little bit of country life
[03:55.68]