Tono: E
Introducción: E
A
I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still,
Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill,
E
And to charge up my batteries for next weekend,
Where I'd be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
A
A man is bored of life if he's bored of these islands,
All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands.
E
The Black Country witnessed my basest predations
And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
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Gºmad
Roaming the home counties, where the parties are free,
E
Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and
Somewhere near Holborn's the heart of the beast.
B
Don't go stopping and putting down roots
A E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.