Mctell Ralph - Streets Of London
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Band name | Mctell Ralph |
Song name | Streets Of London |
Tab type | Guitar tab |
Added | 05/29/2008 |
Size | 2.41 kb |
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# STREETS OF LONDON (Trad., Arr. Ralph McTell) The hardest thing about this tune is not the music - which is basically simple 4/4 with alternating bass for each chord - but the timing while singing the choruses and the last verse. I've tried to indicate phrasing by commas and line spacing, and I repeat chords when they cover two measures. Maybe it's not *that* difficult, after all. :-) If you're really stuck, find someone from "back home" to sing it for you. A truly beautiful, three-hanky tune. VERSE: C G Am Em Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market F C D7 G7 picking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes? C G Am Em In his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely by his side F C G7 C yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news CHORUS: C F Em C Am So how can you tell me, you're lo - ne - ly D7 D7 G G7 and say for you that the sun don't shine? C G Am Em Let me take you by the hand, and lead you through the streets of London F C G7 C C I'll show you something, to make you change your mind OTHER VERSES: Have you seen the old gal, 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 And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven some old man sitting there, all on his own Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup Each day lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone And have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission? His memory's fading, with those medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city, the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care submitted by: Ted Hermary czth@musica.mcgill.ca