London Girl

London Girl - as performed by The Pogues
                F
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B|--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1-----6-3---| 
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      Gm                  Bb
The devil moon took me through the alley
               F
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
      Gm                  Bb
To the Mews running through the backstreets
      F                     C
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
      Gm                  Bb
The devil moon took me out of Soho
      F
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
      Gm                  Bb
Sucked along by a winter shower
      F                     C
To stand beside your shining tower


      Bb             C    F   Bb F Bb
This could be our final dance
      Bb             C         F   Bb F Bb
This could be our very last chance
           Bb
Just the sound of your voice
   Gm                   Bb
Wherever I may be changes everything
               C
And then the world's right with me
   F        Bb    F
You're my London girl
   Bb             F
The way that you walk
   Bb             F
You're my london girl
   Bb             F
The way that you talk
   Bb             F
You're my london girl
      Bb              C
Just the sound of your voice
      Bb             F     Bb   F   Bb
And I ain't got no choice

The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb  Gm  Bb---|  x2
E|-----------------------------| Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb  Bb  Gm  Bb  C 

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice