The streets of London - Ralph McTell
[G] [G] [Em] [Bm] [C] [G] [A7] [D]
[G] [D] [Em] [Bm] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[G] Have you seen the [D] old man
In the [Em] closed-down [Bm] market
[C] Kicking up the pa[G]per,
with his [A7] worn out s[D]hoes?
[G] In his eyes you [D] see no pride
[Em] And held loosely [Bm] at his side
[C] Yesterday's [G]paper telling [D]yesterday's [G]news
So [C]how can you [G]tell me you're [G]lonel[Em]y,
[A7]And say for you that the sun don't [D]shine?
[G]Let me take you [D]by the hand and [Em]lead you through the [Bm]streets
[C]I'll show you [G]something to [D]make you change your [G]mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her 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 is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care