INTRO : D|DA/C#|Bm|Bm
G|G|A|A
As I wDalk these streets alone
Through this borough I call homA/C#e
Upon the barBmon fields of Highbury
Neath the stadiums of stone
Through the turnGstiles at The Angel
See the homeless on the green
From The CallAy to The Cross
And every character in between
Pass the churDch
the mosque, a crack den
And the offie on the cornA/C#er
See the brasBmses from the brothel
That pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedGlam in the bookies
See the winners and the losers
Seeking solaAce from their sorrows
In the local battle cruisers
Through the madDness in the market
Weathered faces turn to greeA/C#t ya
“Hello guvBmnor, how’s your mother?”
“you alright son, be lucky geeza”
Double pieG and mash and liquor
A Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap
Or watch retireAd gangsters bicker
Everyday in Arthur’s cafe
The little f*cDkers causing trouble
For the cozzers make you smilA/C#e
You meet ya mucBmkers for a couple
Forget your troubles for a while
From The ThorGnhill to The Hemmy
All the faces are the same
The manAor might be changing
But the people still remain
NoDrth LondoA/C#n foreverBm
Whatever the weaGther
These streets are our ownA
And my hearDt will leaA/C#ve you nevBmer
My blood will foreveEr
Run through the stonGe Gm
INSTRU : D|D
As I walkD these streets alone
Through a kingdom made of ChromA/C#e
I see them ripBmping up the cobbles
And tearing down our childhood homes
I see the archiGtecture changing
See the history disappear
And the skyAline rearranging
Into towers of veneer
But I see the remDnants of the London
That they thought they could erasA/C#e
Every timBme I hear the old school
Talk about the good old days
Every timGe I watch the football
Or have a ruby with the lads
See an hoisAter selling clobber
Or a dealer shotting bags
It’s in the singDle mothers juggling
A baby and a jobA/C#
In every sinBmgle brother struggling
That wound up in the dock
It’s in the rootGs and the foundations
Still clinging to the land
It’s in the bricAks that built The Morland
And Popham that still stand
It’s in my famDily and my friends
In every gram and every BenA/C#z
It’s in the rootBms that you inherit
When a generation ends
It’s in the ruinGs of your youth
And the faces of your past
Cause the manAor may be changing
But the people always last
NoDrth LondoA/C#n foreverBm
Whatever the weaGther
These streets are our ownA
And my hearDt will leaA/C#ve you nevBmer
My blood will foreveEr
Run through the stonGe Gm
INSTRU : D
