paroles de chanson Goodbye to the Country - Field Music

We'll say goodbye to the old place
Don't look at the faces left
I'm sure it'll be good fun
Making money at your kids' expense
To a place where everything's easy
Feeding my baby with stamps

And if they ask, "Why did you come?
Don't you know there's a real war on?
Did the papers not tell you about it?"

Don't you worry I will be fine
(With a knife at my neck and my very last dime)
I'll get a job in an office block
(With a swish canteen and an Oxbridge tie)
And if I get sick, my sister will treat me
(I hear it's all free and so over-thiefly)

And if they ask, "Why did you come?
Don't you know there's a real war on?
Did the papers not tell you about it?
Don't you know there's a real war on?
Did the papers not tell you?"

And if they ask, "Why did you come?"
And if they say I should go home
Send me back where I belong
Take a walk with me, I'll show you some
So you know
So you know