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Capo: 2 Tuning: E A D G B E
https://open.spotify.com/track/230WMHL7rn1yctcsO0FtkO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZlZia3oHNg Worked out on request for gavhull27 From Kingston You feel OK with mentioning your avatar here? If you like my "work" don't hesitate to add favorite or to give it the STARS it deserves (with explanation?). Here is the list of all the songs I did upload for UG: https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/contribution/3817887-frans.vanuytv/tabs?sort=-date&page=1&per-page=50 ATTENTION 1: You are experencied? Than you don't have to use Capo. USE TRANSPOSE BUTTON +2. ATTENTION 2: All chords for 4 beats OR count the * ATTENTION 3: C is many times C C C G and G is many times Gsus4 G For clean lyrics, line 4 can be sung: from The Cally to The Cross and every character in between. [Intro] | C | Am | F | G | [Verse 1]
As I Cwalk these streets alone through this borough I call home, upon the Ambaron fields of Highbury, neath the stadiums of stone. Through the Fturnstiles at The Angel, see the homeless on the green, from The GCally to The Cross and every shit hole in between.
[Verse 2]
Pass the Cchurch, the mosque, a crack den and the offie on the corner, see the Ambrasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna Watch the Fbedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers, seeking sGolace from their sorrows in the local battle cruisers.
[Verse 3]
Through the Cmadness in the market, weathered faces turn to greet ya, “Hello Amguvnor, how’s your mother?” “you alright son, be lucky geeza”. Double Fpie and mash and liquor, a Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap, or watch reGtired gangsters bicker everyday in Arthur’s cafe.
[Verse 4]
The little Cfuckers causing trouble for the cozzers make you smile, you meet ya Ammuckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while. From The FThornhill to The Hemmy, all the faces are the same, the Gmanor might be changing but the people still remain.
[Chorus]
CNorth London forAmever, whatever the Fweather, these streets are our Gown. And my Cheart will leave you Amnever, my blood will forDever run through the F**stonFm**e. C
[Verse 5]
As I Cwalk these streets alone through a kingdom made of Chrome, I see them Amripping up the cobbles and tearing down our childhood homes. I see the Farchitecture changing, see the history disappear, and the Gskyline rearranging into towers of veneer.
[Verse 6]
But I see the Cremnants of the London that they thought they could erase, every Amtime I hear the old school talk about the good old days. Every Ftime I watch the football or have a ruby with the lads, see an Ghoister selling clobber or a dealer shotting bags.
[Verse 7]
It’s in the Csingle mothers juggling, a baby and a job, in every Amsingle brother struggling that wound up in the dock. It’s in the Froots and the foundations, still clinging to the land, it’s in the Gbricks that built the Morland And Popham that still stand.
[Verse 8]
It’s in my Cfamily and my friends in every gram and every Benz, it’s in the Amroots that you inherit when a generation ends. It’s in the Fruins of your youth and the faces of your past, 'cause the Gmanor may be changing but the people always last.
[End-Chorus]
CNorth London forAmever, whatever the Fweather, these streets are our Gown. And my Cheart will leave you Amnever, my blood will forDever run through the F**stonFm**e. C*