Combine Harvester

(capo 3)

intro - run-down, then 2 x banjo lick

verse 1

|C            |                    |             |

   I drove my tractor through your haystack last night

                                                 (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

  |G7      |                 |           |

I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet

                                         (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

    |C                 |        |              |

Now somethin's tellin' me, that you'm avoidin' me

                                               (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

|F             |               |G7            |

   Come on now darlin' you got    somethin' I need

chorus

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key

|C                   |               |             |

   Come on now let's get together in perfect harmony

   |F       |          |        | 

Oh I got 20 acres, and you got 43

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key

|           |

(She made I laugh, ha ha)

verse 2

|C              |                  |           |

  I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that ya need

                                              (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

|G7                  |               |             |

We'll have twins and triplets, I'm a man built for speed

                                                   (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

        |C                |          |            |

And you know I'll love ya darlin' so give me your hand

                                                 (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

    |F              |                |G7      |

But what I want the most is all they acres o' land

chorus

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

|C                   |               |             |

   Come on now let's get together in perfect harmony.

   |F       |          |        | 

Oh I got 20 acres, and you got 43

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

|           |

(Phwooaaarrr, she's a lovely bit of stuff an'all)

verse 3

|C               |                |            |

  For seven long years I've been alone in this place.

                                               (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

|G7               |               |         |

Eat, sleep in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace.

                                           (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

    |C              |         |               |

Now if I cleaned it up, would you change your mind?

                                              (Ooh ar, ooh ar)

     |F               |                |G7          |

I'll give up drinkin' scrumpy and that    lager and lime.

chorus

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

|C                   |               |             |

   Come on now let's get together in perfect harmony.

   |F       |          |        | 

Oh I got 20 acres, and you got 43

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

|           |

(Who loves ya baby, ha)

verse 4 (contains stops)

|C/                 |              |           |

   Weren't we grand couple at that last Wurzel dance?

|G7/             |             |        |

I wore brand new gaters and me corduroy pants.

        |C         |               |                |

In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smellin' grand

|F/            |               |G7/       |

    We had our photos took and us holding hands.

chorus and outro

    |C                |                     |                 |

Now I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

|C                  |                  |                  |

Now that we'me both past our fifties I think that you and me

       |F            |            |              | 

Should stop this galavanting, and will you marry me?

     |C                |                     |                 |

'Cos I got a brand new combine harvester and I'll give you the key.

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(Arrr, you're a fine lookin' woman and I can't wait

   to get me hands on yer land, ha ha)