Streets of London - Ralph McTell - 40 bpm

[C]Have you seen the [G]old man [Am]in the closed down [Em]market
[F]Kicking up the [C]paper [D7]with his worn out [G]shoes
[C]In his eyes you [G]see no pride [Am]and held loosely [Em]by his side,
[F]yesterday's [C]paper telling [G]yesterday's [C]news[]

	[F]How can you [Em]tell me you're [C]lone[Am]ly
	[D7] And say, for [D7]you, that the sun don't [G]shine[G]
	[C]Let me take you [G]by the hand and [Am]lead you through the [Em]streets of London
	[F]I'll show you [C]something to [G]make you change your [C]mind[]

[C]Have you seen the [G]old gal who [Am]walks the streets of [Em]London
[F]Dirt in her [C]hair [D7]and her clothes in [G]rags
[C]She's no time for [G]talkin, she [Am]just keeps right on [Em]walkin
[F]Carryin her [C]home in [G]two carrier [C]bags[::18::]

[C]In the all night [G]cafe at a [Am]quarter past el[Em]even
[F]Same old man [C]sitting [D7]there on his [G]own
[C]Looking at the [G]world over the [Am]rim of his [Em]teacup
[F]Each tea lasts an [C]hour and [G]he goes home al[C]one[::18::]

[C]Have you seen the [G]old man out[Am]side the seaman's [Em]mission
[F]Memory [C]fading like the [D7]ribbons that he [G]wears
[C]In our winter [G]city, the [Am]rain cries a little [Em]pity
[F]For one more forgotten [C]hero in a [G]world that doesn't [C]care[::18::]
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