The Motorway Song

Em C They're going to build a motorway through my back garden B Em No one can explain why I came to be chosen Em Am They're going to build a motorway they're ripping up the trees B Em Em Soon the lorries will be zooming through my cabbages and peas Am E Word came from the Council, it was just about to plan B E I didn't understand, it sounded very grand A E They talked of urban re-development, improving the environment F#m B They said to ease the traffic flow a bit of my back garden had to go Well I don't know F#m B I suppose that those who started it must know best F#m B And I wouldn't like my vegetable patch to stand in the way of progress Em C They're going to build a motorway through my back garden B Em No one can explain why I came to be chosen Em Am They're going to build a motorway they're ripping up the trees B Em Em Soon the lorries will be zooming through my cabbages and peas Am E The brother lives in Lilac Grove, it's just across the street B E I've not seen him for weeks, we always used to meet A E And have a pint or two at Paddy Lowe's, it's just a heap of rubble now F#m B The pawnshop's disappeared, so's the barber's where we always used to go Well I don't know F#m B These noisy great machines are working non-stop F#m B And funny things are growing and it looks as though the bomb's dropped Em C The bulldozers are closing in now on my back garden B Em No one can explain why I came to be chosen Em Am The bulldozers are closing in, they've ripped up all the trees B Em Em Soon the lorries will be zooming through my cabbages and peas Am E I don't go out much any more, can't find my way around B E Wind nearly knocked me down, there's tunnels underground A And just to get about from place to place E it's like a bleedin' steeplechase F#m Day and night the traffic flows, B it's best to plug your ears and hold your nose Well I suppose F#m B I'm better off than some, don't think I'm just sour F#m B And I'm grateful for the grandstand view I'm getting of the rush hour 2x Em C They've built an eight-lane motorway through my back garden B Em No one can explain why I came to be chosen Em They've built an eight-lane motorway, Am they've ripped up all the trees B Em Now the lorries zoom where once I grew my cabbages and peas