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Streets Of London

C Have you seen the G old man, Am in the closed-down Em market
F picking up the C papers, with his F worn-out G7 shoes?

C In his eyes you G see no pride, Am and held loosely Em by his side
F yesterday’s C papers, telling G7 yesterday’s C news

Ch{ So F how can you Em tell me, C you’re Am lonely
D7 and say for you that the sun don’t G7 shine?

C Let me take you G by the hand,
Am and 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, and her F clothes in G7 rags?

C She’s no time for G talking, Am she just keeps right on Em walking
F Carrying her C home, in two G carrier C bags

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C And in the all-night G cafe, at a Am quarter past Em eleven
F some old man C sitting there, F all on his G own

C Looking at the G world, over the Am rim of his Em tea-cup
F Each day lasts an C hour, then he G wanders home C alone

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C And have you seen the G old man, Am outside the seaman’s Em mission?
F His memory’s C fading, with those medal F ribbons that he G wears

C And in our winter G city, the rain Am cries little Em pity
F For one more forgotten C hero, and a G world that doesn’t C care