[Intro] C  Am  F  G

[Primeira Parte]

     C
As I walk these streets alone

Through this borough I call home
         Am
Upon the baron fields of Highbury

Neath the stadiums of stone
            F
Through the turnstiles at The Angel

See the homeless on the green
         G
From The Cally to The Cross

And every shit hole in between

[Segunda Parte]

         C
Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den

And the offie on the corner
        Am
See the brasses from the brothel

That pretends to be a sauna
          F
Watch the bedlam in the bookies

See the winners and the losers
         G
Seeking solace from their sorrows

In the local battle cruisers

[Terceira Parte]

            C
Through the madness in the market

Weathered faces turn to greet ya
       Am
“Hello guvnor, how’s your mother?”

“You alright son, be lucky geeza”
       F
Double pie and mash and liquor

A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
           G
Or watch retired gangsters bicker

Everyday in Arthur’s cafe

[Quarta Parte]

           C
The little fuckers causing trouble

For the cozzers make you smile
            Am
You meet ya muckers for a couple

Forget your troubles for a while
         F
From The Thornhill to The Hemmy

All the faces are the same
           G
'Cause the manor might be changing

But the people still remain

[Refrão]

C               Am
North London forever
             F
Whatever the weather
                     G
These streets are our own
       C                    Am
And my heart will leave you never
                 D
My blood will forever
                 F   Fm   C
Run through the stone

[Quinta Parte]

     C
As I walk these streets alone

Through a kingdom made of Chrome
           Am
I see them ripping up the cobbles

And tearing down our childhood homes
          F
I see the architecture changing

See the history disappear
        G
And the skyline rearranging

Into towers of veneer

[Sexta Parte]

              C
But I see the remnants of the London

That they thought they could erase
      Am
Every time I hear the old school

Talk about the good old days
      F
Every time I watch the football

Or have a ruby with the lads
       G
See an hoister selling clobber

Or a dealer shotting bags

[Verso 7]

            C
It’s in the single mothers juggling

A baby and a job
         Am
In every single brother struggling

That wound up in the dock
            F
It’s in the roots and the foundations

Still clinging to the land
            G
It’s in the bricks that built

The Morland And Popham that still stand

[Verso 8]
           C
It’s in my family and my friends

In every gram and every Benz
            Am
It’s in the roots that you inherit

When a generation ends
            F
It’s in the ruins of your youth

And the faces of your past
           G
'Cause the manor may be changing

But the people always last

[Refrão-Final]

C               Am
North London forever
             F
Whatever the weather
                     G
These streets are our own
       C                    Am
And my heart will leave you never
                 D
My blood will forever
                 F   Fm   C
Run through the stone