Show of Hands - Transportation

^DI've twenty five acres, ^Aenough for my needs ^EmBut it's other men's cattle^G I'll water and feed ^DOne day I will pay for this^A life that I lead ^EmI'm a thief from the ^Gedge of the moor

^DMy uncle and me got it d^Aown to an art ^EmWe set out for stealing ^Gnot long after dark ^DFor the fields and the farms where ^Ait's easy to park ^EmAnd the way back to ^Ghome is secure

^DOne cold winter's night after ^ATavistock Fair ^EmStolen sheep in our trailer and^G rain in the air ^DI felt the flat tyre and I reac^Ahed for the spare ^EmBy the side of the^G A38

^DBut the bolts on the wheel must have^A rusted in place ^EmI'm under the Landy with spr^Gay in my face ^DAnd less than an hour to get o^Aut of that place ^EmCursing our bad luck a^Gnd fate

^AThere's no transportation do^Dwn under ^EmNo gallows in the old County^G jail ^AAt best in the morning, we're ^Dfined with a warning A^Gt worst in the evening, we're b^Aack out on bail

^DAnd then I saw in the distance this ^Aflashing blue light ^EmTwo feet and a loud voice came out ^Gof the night ^DAsking if everything here was a^Alright ^EmAnd would we be soon on our ^Gway?

^DSo John said he'd better get help on t^Ahe phone ^EmAnd in the distance I'm hearing his s^Goft urgent tones ^DBut this officer he wouldn't leave ^Ait alone ^EmHis torch on my back number ^Gplate

^DInstead of the AA, John had dialle^Ad triple nine ^EmSaid 'Help me I'm stuck at the sce^Gne of a crime ^DA gas station robbery a mil^Ae down the line ^EmCome quickly I'm trapped in the g^Gents'

^DSo we heard the police radio bu^Arst into life ^EmHe took the call, slammed the door and spe^Gd into the night ^DWe worked the wheel free and cl^Aamped it on tight ^EmThrough the first open gate those^G sheep went

^DSo come you West Country villains when ^Ayou set out to steal ^EmKeep your phones charged, always check ^Gyour spare wheel ^DAnd if you get caught, use your wits not^A your heels ^EmThink of my uncle and ^Gme ^D'Cos somewhere some copper he's just hop^Aping mad ^EmSome farmer is counting more sheep than ^Ghe had ^DAnd we're in the pub with our pints, rea^Ally glad ^EmWe weren't born in 1^G803

^AThere's no transportat^Dion down under ^EmNo gallows in the old County ^Gjail ^AAt best in the morning, we're f^Dined with a warning ^GAt worst in the evening, we're ^Aback out on bail