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Streets Of London 
Easy
by Ralph McTell
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Have you the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his you see no pride
Hand at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
you the old girl
Who the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her in rags
She's no time for talking
She keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
In the all night at a quarter past eleven
Same old man there on his own
Looking at the over the rim of his tea cup
And each tea an hour
And he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine
Let me take you by hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal that he wears
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
...
So how can you me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me you by the hand
And lead you the of London
I'll you something
To make you your mind
...
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you the of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his you see no pride
Hand at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
you the old girl
Who the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her in rags
She's no time for talking
She keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
In the all night at a quarter past eleven
Same old man there on his own
Looking at the over the rim of his tea cup
And each tea an hour
And he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you the sun don't shine
Let me take you by hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal that he wears
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
...
So how can you me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me you by the hand
And lead you the of London
I'll you something
To make you your mind
...
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you the of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
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