Chordproc: Ralph McTell

Ralph McTell


  1. Clare To Here
  2. First Song
  3. Streets Of London
  4. Zimmerman Blues

Clare To Here

F
G
Four who shared this room and we were caught up in the crack
G
G
Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass
F
G
C
It's a long way from Clare to here
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G
Am
It's a long way from Clare to here
F
It's a long, long way
Em
Am
It get's further by the day
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G
Am
It's a long, long way from Clare to here When Friday comes around we're only into fighting My Ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing It's a long way from Clare to here ... It almost breaks my heart when I think of my family I told them I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green It's a long way from Clare to here ... The only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking It can sort of ease the pain of it and it levels out my thinking It's a long way from Clare to here ... I sometimes hear the fiddles play, maybe it's just a notion I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean It's a long way from Clare to here ...



First Song

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G
Am
F
Dm
G
C
x2
C
G
Am
Em
F
G
C
I've written words that say I'm leaving, words express the pain,
G
Am
F
Dm
G
Old songs lose their meanings, but new ones they gain.
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Em
Dm
C
From changes that I've been through, and what I'm coming to,
C
G
Am
F
Dm
G
C
You were my first song, and I still... Sure I still get feelings to get back on the road, And I still get leanings to forget the things I know. About myself and changes, gone through and coming to, And you were my first song and I still... Do words express true meanings, I mean the words I've still to sing, Old loves lose their feelings, but new ones they gain. The changes that I've been through, and new ones I'm coming to,
G
Am
F
Dm
G
C
And you were my first song, and I still...
G
Am
F
Dm
G
C
You were my first song, and I still...
G
Am
F
Dm
G
C
Yes, you were my first song, and I still love you.



Streets Of London

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G
Am
Em
F
C
G
C
C
G
Am
Em
Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market
F
C
D7
G7
Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes?
C
G
Am
Em
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side
F
C
G7
C
C
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
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Em
C
Am
So how can you tell me you're lonely
D7
D7
G
G7
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
C
G
Am
Em
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
F
C
G7
C
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
C
G
Am
G
Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind In the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission? Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind



Zimmerman Blues

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Dm
Bb
F
G
I get a little sadness now, just now and then.
C
Dm
Bb
F
G
It comes to remind me, what it was like when.
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G
C
F
C
I was out on that road,
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G
C
happy, hungry and cold.
F
G
First you win and then you lose.
F
G
C
Am
Oh, Lord, I got the Zimmerman blues.
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G
C
Oh, Lord, I got the Zimmerman blues
C
Dm
Bb
F
G
Don't get me money now, if it's bad for my head.
C
Dm
Bb
F
G
You can keep the honey now, put something else on the bread.
F
G
C
F
C
To lose all them old time friends,
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G
C
who missed how they were making it end.
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G
And we all wound up confused.
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G
C
Am
That's what you call the Zimmerman blues.
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G
C
That's what you call the Zimmerman blues.
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Dm
Bb
F
G
Do a concert for Angela, build a building or two.
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Dm
Bb
F
G
It gets harder for me, but easier for you.
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G
C
F
C
As sure as the stars turn above,
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G
C
all we ever asked for was love.
F
G
And I think that we've all been used.
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G
C
Am
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues.
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G
C
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues.
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Dm
Bb
F
G
I get a little sadness now, just now and then.
C
Dm
Bb
F
G
It comes to remind me, when I called you a friend.
F
G
C
F
C
So where do we go from here?
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G
C
For me it won't ever get that near.
F
G
And if it did I know what I would choose.
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G
C
Am
Anything but the Zimmerman blues.
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G
C
Anything but the Zimmerman blues.