G
I've been strolling down my favourite lane
D
And I've been bowling my left arm occasionals again
G
Life gets sweeter the more that I understand
D G
The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land.
Monday morning, the field paths are calling my name
D
No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again
G
You could join me; my flask is full to the brim
D
And let's face it it beats skulking round the
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Seven inch import section with him.
D G
I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
D G
A drink and a four handed reel as I ramble along.
C G
Let's hear it for the Brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words
D G
Yodelay-ee.
G
I've been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laugh
D
By unloading outside what he'd call his 'gaff'
G
Old fridge freezers - doors all removed like we're told
D G
His face at the window on waking a sight to behold.
D G
I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song
D G
A drink and a four handed reel as I ramble along.
C G
Let's hear it for the Brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words
D G
Yodelay-ee.