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"Ode To Adge"  CD Single

This single was a first for The Wurzels - its main release was via internet download on 30th November 2009. The song later appeared on the CD album A Load More Bullocks in 2010. The promotional DVD included the standard track and a 'radio edit'.

  Song Lyrics

The Band Line-Up:

At the time of the recording of this single The Wurzels consisted of Pete Budd, Tommy Banner, John Morgan and Sedge Moor.

The Tracks:

"Ode To Adge” is a wonderful heart-warming tribute to the farmyard four's founder, Adge Cutler. Adge, who was tragically killed in 1974, was the main inspiration that kept the Wurzels going. This new song was written by Pete Budd and produced by part-time Wurzel Louie Nicastro, and had gentle overtones of Adge's ‘Twice Daily' interweaved with many of his well-known lyrics. The narrative of Adge's life story was divided into segments with a lively and catchy chorus.

The new single was a first for the Wurzels in that it was only available via internet download.  

A traditional CD version of this single can also be found - a limited promo version for radio stations was sent out before the release date - it had the 'standard' track (running at 4.59) and a 'radio edit' which came in at 3.41.

The Disc & Sleeve:

The promotional CD issued to radio stations - it came in a clear plastic wallet, with a simple paper sleeve (main image top) and no further words.

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"Ode To Adge" - Song Lyrics

Ode To Adge (Radio Edit)

He never sang in Nashville, nor Memphis Tennessee
Nailsea, Portishead and Pill was, good enough for 'ee
With all his songs of country life, and how things used to be
Adge Cutler became a legend in the West Country

Adge formed himself the Wurzel band, the first there'd ever been
And they headed up to London, to join the record scene
Drink Up Thy Cider was the song that put 'em on the map
And for they boys in their corduroys there'd be no looking back

(Chorus)
Put on thy trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
Your Grandad shirt, your corduroys, your hat, your scarf an' all
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing your favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that?

Ah, you can choose one, because they're all my favourites

Now he wrote of Shepton Mallet, and the ferry down in Pill
All over Mendip, and up on Harptree Hill
Twice Daily was a saucy song, that everybody knew
And who'd have thought the Common Market would come to Stanton Drew

Who could ever imagine, eh?

Adge travelled the land with his three piece band in the pubs and the clubs and the like
Long before they motorways, in his faithful Humber Snipe
A double bass lashed to the roof, with a hundred miles to go
Somewhere in a muddy field at an Agricultural Show

Put on thy trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
Your Grandad shirt, your corduroys, your hat, your scarf an' all
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing thy favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that?

If you're buying, then we'll all have one

(Repeat chorus)

Here's our little tribute to you, Adge

Ah.... and you deserve it boy

I bet you'm sat up there laughing your head off in that great cider vat in the sky

Ho ho you made so many people laugh over the years. Thanks from the bottom of our hearts, Adge

See you again some time Adge. God bless 'ee













Lyrics Kindly transcribed by E.Bryant,
Verified by Professor Wurzel

Ode To Adge 

He never sang in Nashville, nor Memphis Tennessee
Nailsea, Portishead and Pill was, good enough for 'ee
With all his songs of country life, and how things used to be
Adge Cutler became a legend, in the Westcountry

Adge formed himself the Wurzel band, the first there'd ever been
And they headed up to London, to join the record scene
Drink Up Thy Cider was the song, that put them on the map
And for they boys in their corduroys, there'd be no looking back

(Chorus)
Put on thy trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
Your Grandad shirt, your corduroys, your hat your scarf and all
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing your favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that

Ah, you can choose one, cos they're all my favourites

Now he wrote of Shepton Mallet, and the ferry down in Pill
All Over Mendip, and up on Harptree Hill
Twice Daily was a saucy song, that everybody knew
And who'd have thought the Common Market, would come to Stanton Drew

Who could ever imagine, eh?

Adge travelled the land with his three piece band, in the pubs and the clubs and the like
Long before they motorways, in his faithful Hunter Snipe
A double bass lashed to the roof, with a hundred miles to go
Somewhere in a muddy field at an Agricultural Show

Put on thy trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
Your Grandad shirt, your corduroys, your hat your scarf and all
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing thy favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that

If you're buying, then we'll all have one!

The Cutler made his very last stand, in the May of seventy-four
Fans all thought it was the end, that time had come for sure
But The Wurzels Combine Harvester soared up to number one
And the Farmyard Four were back on tour, and for them it had just begun

Now the years go on and old Adge is gone, but it seems only yesterday
We was drinking cider and having fun, down Nempnett Thrubwell way
So go on, hitch up your wagon, and get out your old grey mare
And we'll all meet up in The Royal Oak, down Nailsea, see you there

Put on thy trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
Your Grandad shirt, your corduroys, your hat your scarf and all
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing your favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that

(Ooh arr) Put on your trusty Wurzel boots, when you hear the call
(Ooh arr) Your Grandad shirt and your corduroys, your hat your scarf and all
Come on my babbies
Pour theeself a pint of cider, fresh from the vat
And I'll sing your favourite Wurzels song, well just how good is that

Here's our little tribute to you Adge!
Ah and you deserve it boy!
I bet you’m sat up there laughing your head off in that great cider vat in the sky
Oh ho you made so many people laugh over the years!
Thanks from the bottom of our hearts Adge
See you again sometime Adge, God bless 'ee

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