#544 STREETS OF LONDON
CHave you seen Gthe old aman in Cthe closed edown market
FKicking up the C Dpapers with his worn out G G7shoes
CIn his eyes Gyou see no apride hand held Cloosely eby his side
FYesterday's Cpapers Gtelling G7yesterday's Cnews
So Fhow can you etell me you're G alonely
DAnd say for D7you the sun don't G G7shine
CLet me take eyou by the hand and aI'll lead you
Through the Cstreets of eLondon
FI'll show you Csomething to Gmake G7you change Cyour mind.
CHave you seen Gthe old girl
aWho Cwalks the estreets of London
FDirt in her Chair Dand clothes in G G7rags
CShe's no time Gfor atalkin' Cshe just ekeeps right on walkin'
FCarrying her Chome in Gtwo G7carrier Cbags
So Fhow can you etell me you're G alonely
DAnd say for D7you the sun don't G G7shine
CLet me take eyou by the hand and aI'll lead you
Through the Cstreets of eLondon
FI'll show you Csomething to Gmake G7you change Cyour mind.
CHave you seen Gthe old aman Coutside ethe seaman's mission
FMemory Cfading with Dthe medal ribbons that G G7he wears
CIn our winter Gcity the arain Ccries a elittle pity
For one Fmore forgotten Chero
And the Gworld that G7doesn't Ccare
So Fhow can you etell me you're G alonely
DAnd say for D7you the sun don't G G7shine
CLet me take eyou by the hand and aI'll lead you
Through the Cstreets of eLondon
FI'll show you Csomething to Gmake G7you change Cyour mind.
CIn the old night Gcafe aat the Cquarter epast eleven
FSame old man C Dsitting there on Ghis G7own
CLooking at the Gworld aover the Crand of his eteacup
FEach tea lasts an Chour and he Gwanders G7home Calone.
So Fhow can you etell me you're G alonely
DAnd say for D7you the sun don't G G7shine
CLet me take eyou by the hand and aI'll lead you
Through the Cstreets of eLondon
FI'll show you Csomething to Gmake G7you change Cyour mind.