[{"id":12326600,"name":"Home Counties Boy","trackName":"Home Counties Boy","artistName":"Martin Newell","albumName":"The Greatest Living Englishman","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I was young\nDark were the trees\nHouses are now where there once were fields\n\nAnd summers were long\nThe trains ran on steam\nI was a boy from the home counties\n\n\"And don't drop your aitches\" my mum said to me\nIf you want a job where your hands will be clean\nBut there was no way\nI'd dress in grey\nAnd go up to London to earn my pay\nHaving to say \"thank you\" and \"please\"\nI was a boy from the home counties\n\nAnd now I'm as free as the times let me be\nAnd no one's the guv'nor apart from me\nSo I'll mow your lawn or I'll prune your trees\nCause I am a boy from the home counties\n\nI don't want your house and I don't want your car\nI reckon I'd die if I was like you are\nSo spade in my hands\nAnd mud on my knees\nI am a boy from the home counties\n\nSpade in my hands\nAnd mud on my knees\nI am a boy from the home counties","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Home Counties Boy\n  artist: Martin Newell\n  album: The Greatest Living Englishman\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  When I was young\n  Dark were the trees\n  Houses are now where there once were fields\n\n  And summers were long\n  The trains ran on steam\n  I was a boy from the home counties\n\n  \"And don't drop your aitches\" my mum said to me\n  If you want a job where your hands will be clean\n  But there was no way\n  I'd dress in grey\n  And go up to London to earn my pay\n  Having to say \"thank you\" and \"please\"\n  I was a boy from the home counties\n\n  And now I'm as free as the times let me be\n  And no one's the guv'nor apart from me\n  So I'll mow your lawn or I'll prune your trees\n  Cause I am a boy from the home counties\n\n  I don't want your house and I don't want your car\n  I reckon I'd die if I was like you are\n  So spade in my hands\n  And mud on my knees\n  I am a boy from the home counties\n\n  Spade in my hands\n  And mud on my knees\n  I am a boy from the home counties\n"}]