paroles de chanson Home Counties Boy - Martin Newell
When
I
was
young
Dark
were
the
trees
Houses
are
now
where
there
once
were
fields
And
summers
were
long
The
trains
ran
on
steam
I
was
a
boy
from
the
home
counties
"And
don't
drop
your
aitches"
my
mum
said
to
me
If
you
want
a
job
where
your
hands
will
be
clean
But
there
was
no
way
I'd
dress
in
grey
And
go
up
to
London
to
earn
my
pay
Having
to
say
"thank
you"
and
"please"
I
was
a
boy
from
the
home
counties
And
now
I'm
as
free
as
the
times
let
me
be
And
no
one's
the
guv'nor
apart
from
me
So
I'll
mow
your
lawn
or
I'll
prune
your
trees
Cause
I
am
a
boy
from
the
home
counties
I
don't
want
your
house
and
I
don't
want
your
car
I
reckon
I'd
die
if
I
was
like
you
are
So
spade
in
my
hands
And
mud
on
my
knees
I
am
a
boy
from
the
home
counties
Spade
in
my
hands
And
mud
on
my
knees
I
am
a
boy
from
the
home
counties
1 Goodbye Dreaming Fields
2 Before the Hurricane
3 We'll Build a House
4 Tribute To the Greatest Living Englishman
5 She Rings the Changes
6 Home Counties Boy
7 A Street Called Prospect
8 Christmas In Surburbia
9 Straight To You Boy
10 The Jangling Man
11 The Green-Gold Girl of Summer
12 An Englishmans Home
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