Tonart: D minor
Intro 1
Am
F
G
E
Verse 1
Am
You're tired of city living
And you're dreaming of a farm
F
Safe from all pollution
and confusion and all harm
G
You see yourself in paradise
with roses all around
E
Well buddy, I have tried that life
and this is what I found
a rural week of rainy days
F
Where restlessness and cabin fever
dull your every gaze
G
And all you do is stand behind
your window and look out
E
And nothing but a soggy, foggy field
of listless cows
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
Am
Gentle hills and a rolling sky
E
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
E
There is less than meets the eye
Am
What about the neighbors,
you're convinced they're all inbred
F
Who stare through squinting windows,
eating fresh -killed rabbit heads
G
Who know your every movement,
every time you come and go
E
And tell you when they notice
that your grass needs to be mowed
Am
They live such lives of boredom,
they imagine that they've been
in a ship of aliens
G
They ride around in pickups
with a shotgun in the back
E
And drink six packs of cheap beer
every night and watch Roseanne
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
Am
Gentle hills and a rolling sky
E
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
E
There is less than meets the eye
Am
And sometimes in the winter
You get phone calls from your friends
F
Who still live in the city
And they tell you of events
G
You imagine them all dressed up
At a happy bright cafe
To a new Sam Shepard play
Am
Then this sense of isolation
F
The only thing you got to talk about
are tulip buds
G
You lie about how much you love
the sweet tranquility
E
But if you could climb up the walls,
that's where you'd probably be
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
Am
Gentle hills and a rolling sky
E
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
E
There is less than meets the eye
Am
The local paper writes about
a young boy who was found
F
Tortured wearing handcuffs
in the lake where he was drowned
when his wife cheated on him
E
He burned the trailer down,
her ashes still blow in the wind
Am
And then that frantic day comes
when you can't suppress the scream
F
The tree outside your front door
looks just like another tree
G
That charming country store
right up the road
looks awful small
E
As far as local gossip goes,
you long have heard it all
Am
And you pack up your possessions
and you slip into your car
F
And drive away from paradise
at 60 miles an hour
the finest sight you've ever seen
E
The distant lights of San Francisco
shining like a dream
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
Am
Gentle hills and a rolling sky
E
Am
F
In the country, in the country
Dm
There is less than meets the
E
Am
F
eye
G
E
Am
You
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