Transportation chords by Show Of Hands

• Capo on 2nd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse 1:
D                       A
I've twenty five acres, enough for my needs
Em                         G
But it's other men's cattle I'll water and feed
D                          A
One day I will pay for this life that I lead
Em                   G
I'm a thief from the edge of the moor


Verse 2:
D                       A
My uncle and me got it down to an art
Em                      G
We set out for stealing not long after dark
D                                  A
For the fields and the farms where it's easy to park
Em                  G
And the way back to home is secure

Verse 3:
D                             A
One cold winter's night after Tavistock Fair
Em                             G
Stolen sheep in our trailer and rain in the air
D                              A
I felt the flat tyre and I reached for the spare
Em                G
By the side of the A38


Verse 4:
D                                   A
But the bolts on the wheel must have rusted in place
Em                          G
I'm under the Landy with spray in my face
D                             A
And less than an hour to get out of that place
Em                    G
Cursing our bad luck and fate


Chorus:
A                           D
There's no transportation down under
Em                          G
No gallows in the old County jail
A                             D
At best in the morning, we're fined with a warning
 G                              A
At worst in the evening, we're back out on bail


Verse 5:
D                                   A
And then I saw in the distance this flashing blue light
Em                                 G
Two feet and a loud voice came out of the night
D                              A
Asking if everything here was alright
Em                          G
And would we be soon on our way?


Verse 6:
D                                     A
So John said he'd better get help on the phone
Em                                   G
And in the distance I'm hearing his soft urgent tones
D                                  A
But this officer he wouldn't leave it alone
Em                          G
His torch on my back number plate


Verse 7:
D                                 A
Instead of the AA, John had dialled triple nine
Em                                G
Said 'Help me I'm stuck at the scene of a crime
D                          A
A gas station robbery a mile down the line
Em                               G
Come quickly I'm trapped in the gents'


Verse 8:
D                              A
So we heard the police radio burst into life
Em                                        G
He took the call, slammed the door and sped into the night
D                              A
We worked the wheel free and clamped it on tight
Em                               G
Through the first open gate those sheep went


D                                      A
So come you West Country villains when you set out to steal
Em                                     G
Keep your phones charged, always check your spare wheel
D                                       A
And if you get caught, use your wits not your heels
Em                    G
Think of my uncle and me
D                                       A
'Cos somewhere some copper he's just hopping mad
Em                                      G
Some farmer is counting more sheep than he had
D                                       A
And we're in the pub with our pints, really glad
Em                  G
We weren't born in 1803


Chorus:
A                     D
There's no transportation down under
Em                           G
No gallows in the old County jail
A                              D
At best in the morning, we're fined with a warning
G                              A
At worst in the evening, we're back out on bail