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Ralph McTell - Streets Of London
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Intro:
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D A Bm F#m G D A D
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D A
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Have you seen the old man,
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Bm F#m
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in the closed-down market
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G D Em A
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picking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
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D A
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In his eyes you see no pride,
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Bm F#m G
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hand held loosely by his side
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G D A D
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yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news
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G F#m
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So how can you tell me,
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D D/C# Bm Bm/A E/Ab
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you're l o n e l y
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E/F# E A
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and say for you that the sun don't shine?
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D A
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Let me take you by the hand,
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Bm F#m G
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and lead you through the streets of London
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D
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I'll show you something,
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A D
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to make you change your mind
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D A
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And have you seen the old girl,
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Bm F#m G
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who walks the streets of London
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D Em A
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dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags?
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D A
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She's no time for talking,
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Bm F#m G
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she just keeps right on walking
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D A D
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Carrying her home, in two carrier bags
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Bridge:
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D D/C# Bm F#m G D A D
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D A
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And in the all night cafe,
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Bm F#m G
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at a quarter past eleven
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D Em A
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same old man sitting there, on his own
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D A
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Looking at the world,
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Bm F#m
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over the rim of his tea-cup
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G D
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And each tea lasts an hour,
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A D
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and you wanders home alone
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D D/C#
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And have you seen the old man,
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Bm A
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outside the seaman's mission?
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G D
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Memory's fading with the
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Em A
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medal ribbons that he wears
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D D/C#
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And in our winter city,
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Bm A
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the rain cries a little pity
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G D
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For one more forgotten hero,
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A D
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and a world that doesn't care
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