Tom: F (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