Country House

	  		G 
(So the story begins)
A                        E
City dweller, successful fella
Bm
Thought to himself

Oops I've gotta a lot of money
D                        Db
I'm caught in a rat race terminally
A                        E
I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
Bm
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
D                          Db
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
E
It preys on him, he's getting thin

A
Now he live's in a house, very big house in the country
         D                                              A
Watching afternoons repeat, and the food he eats in the country
                                                               E7   Eb
He takes all maner of pills, and piles up analyst bills in the country
             D                                         A      Ab
It's like an animal farm, that's so rural charm in the country


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