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A Place Called England ukulele

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[Intro]

Dm Dm7 Asus2


[Verse 1]

A      E        A          F#M
I rode out on a bright May morning
D      A    F#m  E
Like a hero in a song
A       E     A            F#m
Looking for a place called England
D         A          F#m A
Trying to find where I   belong

Bm       A        D         A
Couldn't find the old flood meadow
D      Em           D    A
Or the house that I once knew
Bm       A       D      A
No trace of  the little river
D      Em     D       Dm
Or the garden where I grew


[Verse 2]

A     E        A     F#m
I saw town and I saw country
D    A       F#m  E
Motorway and sink estate
A        E      A       F#m
Rich man in his rolling acres
D         A    D           A
Poor man still outside the gate

Bm     A        D      A
Retail park and burger kingdom
D       Em        D       A
Prairie field and factory farm
Bm     A       D          A
Run by men who think that England's
D      Em       D          Dm
Only a place to park their car
 
Dm7 - Asus2


[Verse 3]

A          E            A        F#m
But as the train pulled from the station
D           A          F#m  E
Through the wastelands of   despair
A        E      A     F#m
From the corner of my eye
D             A         D       A
A brightness filled the filthy air

Bm        A       D        A
Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers
D          Em       D    A
Though the soil is sooty black
Bm        A     D   A
Marigolds and a few tomatoes
D     Em         D       Dm
Right beside the railway track


[Verse 4]

A       E       A        F#m
Down behind the terraced houses
D     A        F#m      E
In between the concrete towers
A       E          A      F#m
Compost heaps and scarlet runners
D      A       D       A
Secret gardens full of flowers

Bm   A         D       A
Rita grows her scented roses
D        Em       D         A
Right beneath the big jet's path
Bm     A      D       A
Bid a fortune for her garden
D      Em    D        Dm
Eileen turns away and laughs

Asus4 - Fmaj7


[Verse 5]

A          E          A       F#m
So rise up George and wake up Arthur
D       A         F#m       E
Time to rouse out from your sleep
A        E          A         F#m
Deck the halls with sea-green ribbons
D             A    D        A
Drag the old sword from the deep

Bm       A        D        A
Hold the line for Dave and Daniel
D       Em     D           A
As they tunnel through the clay
Bm        A      D       A
While the oak in all its glory
D        Em      D        Dm
Soaks up sun for one more day


[Verse 6]

A             E     A         F#m
And come all you at home with freedom
D            A         F#m      E
Whatever the land that gave you birth
        A        E        A        F#m
There's room for you both root and branch
D              A        Bm7       A
As long as you love the English earth

Bm       A        D        A
Room for vole and room for orchid
D        Em     D        A
Room for all to grow and thrive
Bm        A            D    A
Just less room for the fat landowner
D      Em          D          Dm
On his arse in his four-wheel drive

Dm7 - Asus4 - Asus2


[Verse 7]

A           E      A       F#m
For England is not flag or Empire
D      A        F#m       E
It is not money it is not blood
A              E         A       F#m
It's limestone gorge and granite fell
D              A        D      A
It's Weald and clay and Severn mud

Bm             A       D        A
It's blackbird singing from the may-tree
D    Em        D           A
Lark ascending through the scales
Bm    A        D        A
Robin watching from his spade
D           Em    D            Dm
And English earth beneath your nails

Asus2


[Verse 8]

A             E            A            F#m
So here's two cheers for a place called England
D      A        F#m     E
Sore abused but not yet dead
A     E       A       F#m
A Mr. Harding sort of England
D          A     D    A
Hanging in there by a thread

Bm         A              D     A
Here's two cheers for the crazy Diggers
D         Em       D    A
Now their hour has come around
Bm       A         D          A
We shall plant the seed they saved us
D      Em         D      Dm
Common wealth and common ground

            
            
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