London Girl
The PoguesVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
London Girl - as performed by The Pogues
F
E--------1------------1------------1-----5-3-------|
B--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1-----6-3---|
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D--------------------------------------------------|
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The devil moon took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil moon took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my london girl
The way that you talk
You're my london girl
Just the sound of your voice
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
F-----------------------------|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
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Readable chord sheet for London Girl by The Pogues
London Girl - as performed by The Pogues
[F]
E--------1------------1------------1-----5-3-------|
B--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1-----6-3---|
G--------------------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------|
The de[Gm]vil moon took me thr[Bb]ough the alley
Down by the Kar[F]domah and the Centrale
To the[Gm] Mews running throug[Bb]h the backstreets
Where [F]the Blacks sold fire a[C]nd sleep
The de[Gm]vil moon took me out[Bb] of Soho
Up to [F]Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked[Gm] along by a winter s[Bb]hower
To sta[F]nd beside your shining[C] tower
This c[Bb]ould be our fin[C]al da[F]nce [Bb] [F] [Bb]
This c[Bb]ould be our ver[C]y last cha[F]nce [Bb] [F] [Bb]
Just the so[Bb]und of your voice
Whe[Gm]rever I may be change[Bb]s everything
And then the wo[C]rld's right with me
You[F]'re my Lo[Bb]ndon g[F]irl
The[Bb] way that you w[F]alk
You[Bb]'re my london g[F]irl
The[Bb] way that you t[F]alk
You[Bb]'re my london g[F]irl
Just t[Bb]he sound of your[C] voice
And I [Bb]ain't got no ch[F]oice [Bb] [F] [Bb]
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
F-----------------------------|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