Gordon Bok – Travelling People (Guitar)

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[Intro] G [Verse]
                          C          Am      D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people

                                     G         D
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered

                    G                C  G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways

  C     G       D     F  G
I never fancied being lumbered
[Verse]
                              C       Am      D
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places

                                          G     D
And a small bird sang when wintertime was over

                         G             C
Then we'd pack our loads and be on the road

G          C        G      D           F G
Those were good old times, but they're over
[Verse]
                         C        Am      D
In the open road you can stop and linger

                                        G       D
For a week or two, for time was not our master

                    G                   C
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog

G        C     G       D     F  G
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
[Verse]
                           C     Am      D
Sometimes we'd meet up wi' other people

                                     G       D
For the news or swapping family information

                     G               C
At the country fair, we'd be meeting there

G       C      G      D          F G
All the people of the travelling nation
[Verse]
                            C          Am      D
All you freeborn men of the travelling people

                                      G      D
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover

                            G             C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going

     C          G         D       F G
Your travelling days will soon be over

D                           G             C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going

     C          G         D       F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
[Verse]
                          C          Am      D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people

                                     G         D
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered

                    G                C  G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways

  C     G       D     F  G
I never fancied being lumbered