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