(F,Bb,F - F,Bb,C - F,Bb,F - F,Bb,C,F) Dark Streets Of London - as perfomed by The Pogues Intro:E|==============8============B|=6=8=10=10=11===11=10=8=6==G|===========================D|===========================A|===========================E|===========================F Bb F I liked to walk in the summer breezeF Bb C Down Dalling Road by the dead old treesF Bb F And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith BroadwayF Bb C F Dear dirty delightful old drunken old daysF Bb F Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearlyF Bb C The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your timeF Bb F And the old men that were singing when the roses bloom againF Bb C F And turn like the leaves to a new summertimeF Bb F Then the winter comes down and I can't stand the chillF Bb C That comes to the streets around Christmas timeF Bb F And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a pennyF C Bb F To wander the dark streets of London Interlude: e|==================6=8=10=8===================13=12=10=8============B|=6=8=10=11=10=8=6===========6=8=10=11=10=8=6=============6=8=10====G|===================================================================D|===================================================================A|===================================================================E|=================================================================== e|=10=8==6=8=10=8===============8============B|=================6=8=10=10=11===11=10=8=6==G|===========================================D|===========================================A|===========================================E|=========================================== And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me Now the winter comes down and I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London Interlude: X 1 And every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos with death in their eyes And how all of this really means nothing to me Now the winter comes down and I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation and I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London
Dark Streets Of London
The Pogues
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