Song: Country House 
Band: Blur
Tabbed by: Mark Ballard (mark.ballard@mcmail.com)


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So the story begins 
A                    E 
City dweller, successful fella 
Bm 
Thought to himself, oops i've got a lot of money 
D                                    Db 
Caught in a rat race terminally 

A                                           E 
I'm a proffesional cynic but my heart's not in it 
Bm 
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit 
D                                    Db 
Caught in a centuries anxiety 
        E 
Yes it prays on him, he's getting thin 

       A 
He lives in a house a very big house in the country 
         D                                                 A      
Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country 
                                                                                                                                
E7 
He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country 
             D                                      A     Ab   
It's like an animal farm lots of rural charm in the country 

He's got morning glory and life's a different story 
Everything's going jackanory 
In touch with his own mortality 
He's reading balzac knocking back prozac 
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wondefully bland 
It's the century's remedy 
for the faint at heart, a new start 

        A                                     E7 
He lives in a house a very big house in the country 
           D                                                    A   
He's got a fog in his chest, so he needs a lot of rest in the country 
                                                                                                                        
E7 
He doesn't drink smoke laugh takes herbal baths in the country 
                                                                    A
Oh, it's like an animal farm but you'll come to no harm in the country 

A              E          D                A 
Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why