{title: Streets of London}
{subtitle: Ralph Mc Tell}
	                                    
[C]Have you seen the [G]old man in the [am]closed down [E]market[E7],
[F]kickinŽ up the [C]papers with his [F]worn out sh[G G7]oes. 
[C]In his eyes you [G]see no pride, [am]hand held loosely [E]at his [E7]side.
[F]Yesterday's [C]paper telling [G7]yesterday's [C]news.

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So [F]how can you [E]tell me[E7] you're [C C/H am]lonely.
[D]And say for you that the sun don't [G][G7]shine. 
Le[C]t me take you [G]by the hand and [am]lead you through the [E]streets of [E7]London.
[F]I'll show you [C]something to [G7]make you change your[C] mind.
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[C]Have you seen the [G]old girl, who [am]walks the streets of [E]London[E7]
[F]dirt in her [C]hair and her [F]clothes in ra[G G7]gs?
[C]She's no time for [G]talking, she [am]just keeps right on [E]walkin'[E7]
[F]carrying her [C]home in two [G7]carrier [C]bags.
               
[C]In the all night [G]cafe at a [am]quarter past [E]eleven[E7]
[F]same old man [C]sitting there [F]on his [G G7]own
[C]lookinŽ at the [G]world over the [am]rim of his [E]tea [E7]cup
and [F]each tea last an [C]hour and he [G7]wanders home [C]alone.
                                     
[C]Have you seen the [G]old man out[am]side the seaman's [E]mission[E7]
[F]memory [C]fading with the [F]medal ribbons that he [G G7]wears? 
[C]And in our [G]winter city the [am]rain cries a [E]little [E7]pitty 
for [F]one more forgotten [C]hero and a [G7]world that doesn't [C]care.