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