(Bb) F
I'm getting tired of the city
C F
all the noise and the mess
Bb F C F
I want a new beginning and a new address
Gm
why don't we run away
F Bb F
to somewhere where the birds still sing?
Bb F C F
I want the green, green grass and a country house
Bb C F
in a place where my face ain't known
Bb F C F
and in the green green grass, it'll come to pass
Gm F Bb F
we'll have somewhere to call our own
Gm F Bb F
we'll have somewhere to call our home