Streets of London
Ralph McTell

(A)Have you seen the (E)old man in the (F#m)closed down (C#m)market
(D)Kicking off the (A)paper with his (B7)worn out (E7)shoes
(A)In his eyes you (E)see no pride and held (F#m)loosely at his (C#m)side
(D)Yesterday's (A)paper telling (E7)yesterday's (A)news.

  So (D)how can you (C#m)tell me you're (E-E7-F#m)lonely
  (B7)And say for you that the sun don't (E)shine (E7)
  (A)Let me take you (E)by the hand
  And (F#m)lead you through the (C#m)streets of London
  (D)I'll show you (A)something to (E)make you change your (A)mind

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and the clothes in rags
She's no time for talking she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags

In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone

Have you seen the old man outside the Seamen's Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

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