| C | G | Am | Em |
| Have you seen the | old man, in the | closed down | market |
| F | C | D7 | G7 |
| Kicking up | papers, with his | worn out | shoes |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| In his eyes you'll | see no pride, and | held loosely | by his side |
| F | C | G7 | C | C7 |
| Yesterday's | papers, telling | yesterday's | news | |
| F | Em | G | Am | C |
So | how can you | tell me, you're | lo- | one | ly |
| Dm | Dm | 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 | C7 |
| I'll show you | something, to | make you change your | mind | |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| Have you seen the | old girl, who | walks the streets of | London |
| F | C | D7 | G7 |
| Dirt in her | hair, and her | clothes in | rags |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| She's no time | for talking, she | just keeps right on | walking |
| F | C | G7 | C | C7 |
| Carrying her | home, in | two carrier | bags | |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| In the all night | cafe, at a | quarter past | eleven |
| F | C | D7 | G7 |
| Same old | man sitting | there on his | own |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| Looking at the | world, over the | rim of his | teacup |
| F | C | G7 | C | C7 |
| Each cup lasts an | hour, and he | wanders home | alone | |
| C | G | Am | Em |
And | have you seen the | old man, out | side the seaman's | mission? |
| F | C | D7 | G7 |
| Memory | fading, with the | medal ribbons that he | wears |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| In our winter | city, the | rain cries little | pity |
| F | C | G7 | C |
| For one more forgotten | hero, and a | world that doesn't | care |
Created 2009 Nov 28 17:08
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.