In The Country

(ª casa) Ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, Ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, When the World in which you're living gets a bit too much to bear And you need someone to lean on When you look there's no-one there You're gonna find me, out in the country You're gonna find me, out in the country Where the air is good and the day is fine And a pretty girl has her hand in mine And the silver stream is the poor man's wine In the country, in the country. When you're walking in the city and you're feeling rather small And the people on the sidewalk seem to form a solid wall You're gonna find me, out in the country You're gonna find me, way out in the country. (Refrão) Hurry, hurry, hurry, for the time is slipping by You don't need a ticket 'cos it belongs to you and I Come out and join me, out in the country, (guitar infill here) (Refrão) Ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, Ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba,