Ralph McTell - Streets of london

^CHave you seen the ^Gold man, in ^Amthe closed-down mar^Emket ^Fpicking up the ^Cpapers, with his ^D7worn-out ^G7shoes? ^CIn his eyes you ^Gsee no pride, ^Amand held loosely ^Emby his side ^Fyesterday's ^Cpapers, telling ^G7yesterday's ^Cnews

^CSo how ^Fcan you tell^Em me, you're lo -^C ne -^G ly ^{Am D7}and say for yo^D7u that the sun don't sh^Gine? ^{G7 C}Let me take you ^Gby the hand, and ^Amlead you through the ^Emstreets of London ^FI'll show you so^Cmething, to ma^G7ke you change your mi^Cnd ^C

^CHave you seen the ^Gold gal, who w^Amalks the streets of L^Emondon ^Fdirt in her h^Cair, and her clo^D7thes in r^G7ags? ^CShe's no time for ta^Glking, she ^Amjust keeps right on w^Emalking ^FCarrying her ho^Cme, in t^G7wo carrier b^Cags

^CAnd in the all-nig^Ght cafe, ^Amat a quarter past e^Emleven ^Fsome old man si^Ctting there, all ^D7on his ow^G7n ^CLooking at the w^Gorld, over the^Am rim of his tea-c^Emup ^FEach day las^Cts an hour, then^G7 he wanders ^Chome alone

^CAnd have you seen the ol^Gd man, outs^Amide the seaman's mi^Emssion? ^FHis memory's fa^Cding, with those ^D7medal ribbons that ^G7he wears ^CAnd in our winter c^Gity, the rain c^Amries little p^Emity ^FFor one more for^Cgotten hero, and a w^G7orld that doesn't ^Ccare

^C So ^Fhow can you ^Emtell me, you're ^Clo - ^Gne - l^Amy ^D7 and say for ^D7you that the sun don't ^Gshine? ^{G7 C}Let me take you ^Gby the hand, and ^Amlead you through the ^Emstreets of London ^F I'll show you ^Csomething, to ^G7make you change your ^Cmind ^{C F} I'll show you ^Csomething, to ^Gmake you change your^C mind