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\selectlanguage{english} |
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\songcolumns{1} |
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\beginsong{Streets of London} |
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[by={Ralph McTell},cov={spiral_staircase},album={Spiral Staircase}] |
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\cover |
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\gtab{C}{X32010} |
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\gtab{G}{320003} |
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\gtab{Am}{X02210} |
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\gtab{Em}{022000} |
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\gtab{F}{1:022100} |
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\gtab{G7}{320001} |
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\gtab{D7}{XX0212} |
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\begin{verse} |
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\[C]Have you seen the \[G]old man, \[Am]in the closed-down \[Em]market |
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\[Em]picking up the \[C]papers, with his \[D7]worn-out \[G7]shoes? |
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\[C]In his eyes you \[G]see no pride, \[Am]and held loosely \[Em]by his side |
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\[F]yesterday's \[C]papers, telling \[G7]yesterday's \[C]news |
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\end{verse} |
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\begin{chorus} |
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\[C] So \[F]how can you \[Em]tell me, you're \[C]lo - ne - \[Am]ly |
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\[D7] and say for \[D7]you that the sun don't \[G]shine? \[G7] |
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\[C]Let me take you \[G]by the hand, and \[Am]lead you through the \[Em]streets of London |
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\[F] I'll show you \[C]something, to \[G7]make you change your \[C]mind |
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\end{chorus} |
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\begin{repeatedchords} |
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\begin{verse} |
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Have you seen the old gal, who walks the streets of London |
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dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags? |
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She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking |
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Carrying her home, in two carrier bags |
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\end{verse} |
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\begin{verse} |
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And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven |
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some old man sitting there, all on his own |
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Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup |
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Each day lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone |
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\end{verse} |
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\begin{verse} |
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And have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission? |
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His memory's fading, with those medal ribbons that he wears |
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And in our winter city, the rain cries little pity |
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For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care |
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\end{verse} |
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\end{repeatedchords} |
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\endsong |
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