G*: 3x0033
C/G: 332010

[Intro]
F, Am, G, Em
F, C/G, G*, Am, G*       (x2)

[Verse]        
F          Am
I am the small town linesman
G                  Em           
And you'll find me out here on the line.
F          C/G           G*
Searching ceaselessly to simply
       Am      G*       F
Find a place i can call mine.
      Am              G
Every corner of this country
              Em                 F
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
          C/G
The city lies before me,
G*              Am      G*   C/G
Another city sprawling out behind.

[Chorus]  
              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em     
Trapped in suburban England.

[Verse]
F          Am
Since the Scramble ended,
    G              Em
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
F               C/G           G*
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
  Am    G*      F
Panopticon prevailed.
        Am               G
My walkabouts no longer take me
         Em                   F
Beyond a choice of different jails.
              C/G                       G*
Why should i have to choose a state
            Am      G*       C/G                
When every one of them has failed?

[Chorus]
              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em     
Trapped in suburban England.

[Post-Chorus]
Dm                   C          
And i promise not to overthrow the state
      D#(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
  Dm C
I emigrate.

[Bridge] 
So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state,
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.

[Chorus]
C/G           Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em     
Trapped in suburban England.

[Post-Chorus]
Dm                   C          
And i promise not to overthrow the state
      D#(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
  Dm C
I emiiigrate.
Dm                         C
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone 
       D#(slide up C shape)
As long as where
                           Dm  C
I lay my head i can be my very own.

[Intro]
F  Am  G  Em
   F     C/G         G* Am  G* C/G
I am the Winchester liiiiiiiineman.

[Chorus]          
              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em     
Trapped in suburban England.
C/G             Em
But here I will not remain-
C/G
No I'll ride into the sunset,
         Em                     Dm
Where my horse waits on the plain,
                          C slide to  D#  
And I keep walking the liiiiiiiiiiiiine.