Transportation

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