Liam Clancy - Streets of london

^CHave you seen the ^Gold man In the ^Amclosed-down ^Emmarket? ^FKicking up the ^Cpapers With his ^D7worn ^Gout ^G7shoes ^CIn his eyes you ^Gsee no pride ^AmHand held loose^Emly by side They're ^Fyesterday's ^Cpapers telling ^Gyesterday's ^Cnews

^CHave you seen the ^Gold girl Who ^Amwalks the streets of ^EmLondon? ^FDirt in her ^Chair and her ^D7clothes in ^G7rags ^CShe's no time for ^Gtalking She just^Am keeps right on ^Emwalking ^FCarrying her ^Chome in^G7 two ^Gcarrier b^Cags

And then ^Fhow can you ^Ctell me you're ^Glone-^Amly? Or ^Dsay for you that the sun won't ^G7shine ^CLet me take you ^Gby the hand and ^Amlead you through the ^Emstreets of London ^FI'll show you ^Csomething to ^Gmake you change your ^Cmind

I^Cn the all night ^Gcafe At a ^Amquarter past ^Emeleven ^FSame old man is sitting ^D7there on his ^G7own ^CLooking at the ^Gworld Over the ^Amrim of his ^Emtea-cup ^CEach tea last an ^Fhour ^G7Then he ^G7wanders ^Ghome alo^Cne

^CAnd have you seen the ^Gold man Out^Amside the seaman's ^Emmission ^FHis memory ^Cfading like The ^Gribbons that he ^Cwears ^CIn this winter ^Gcity The rain ^Amcries a little ^Empity ^FFor one more forgotten ^D7hero In a ^G7world that doesn't ^Ccare

And then ^Fhow can you ^Ctell me, you're ^Glone-^Cly Or ^Dsay that for you the sun won't ^G7shine ^CLet me take you ^Gby the hand and ^Amlead you through the ^EmStreets Of London ^FI will show you ^Csomething, to ^Gmake you change your ^Cmind

^FHow can you ^Ctell me you're ^Glone-^Cly Or ^Dsay that for you the sun won't ^G7shine ^CLet me take you ^Gby the hand and ^Amlead you through the ^EmStreets Of London ^FI will show you ^Csomething, to ^Gmake you change your ^Cmind