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Streets Of London 
Easy
by Ralph McTell
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you the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the with his out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held 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 your mind
Have you the old girl
Who the 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
So how can you 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 you mind
In the all night cafe at a eleven
Same old man 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 that 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 your mind
you seen the old man
the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter the cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world doesn't care
...
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
...
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
In the closed down market
Kicking up the with his out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held 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 your mind
Have you the old girl
Who the 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
So how can you 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 you mind
In the all night cafe at a eleven
Same old man 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 that 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 your mind
you seen the old man
the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears
And in our winter the cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world doesn't care
...
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
...
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll you something
To make you change your mind
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