En tur rundt i byen Chords by Finn Kalvik

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[Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He rumbles around the [C] square, _ with his back [Dm] heavy with [Am] sorrow.
_ _ [Bb] He walks his daily [F] rounds, _ [Bb] among newspapers and [C] scrap.
_ _ _ [F] _ Pride is no [C] _ _ longer [Dm] in sight, [Am] _ _ _ [Bb] he is ignored _ by [F] all, _ and [C] has lost all [F] courage. _ _ _ _ _
So [Bb] don't tell _ [Am] me _ [F] that you are [C] lonely, [Dm] _ _ [F] _
_ [G] and that the sun never reaches [C] you. _ _ _ _ _ _
Come, [F] take my hand, [C] and join me on [Dm] a trip around the [Am] city, _ _
[Bb] which you will [F] soon understand, _ _
[C] you are completely [F] wrong. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Perhaps you have [C] seen _ her, who [Dm] always walks [Am] alone, _ _ [Bb] with stricken and worn-out [F] hair,
_ and [Bb] with [Gm] filth after clothes.
[C] _ _ _ [F] She does not greet you, [C] _ in neither [Dm] sunshine nor [Am] grey weather,
_ [Bb] and around with an old [F] bag, _ [C] and all she owns she has [F] there. _ _ _ _ _
So [Bb] don't tell _ [Am] me _ that [F] you are [C] lonely, [Dm] _ _ [F] _
_ [G] and that the sun never reaches [C] you. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Come, take my hand, [C] and join me on [Dm] a trip around [Am] the city, _ _
[Bb] which you will soon [F] understand, _ _ [C] you are completely [F] wrong. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Every night at [C] eleven o'clock, _ [Dm] an old man sits _ [Am] alone,
_ [Bb] at the night cafe, _ [F] drinking _ [Bb] his _ cold [C] tea.
_ _ [F] He sits and looks at [C] the world from [Dm] his fixed place in the [Am] corner.
_ _ [Bb] He has no [F] friends, _ _ [C] but does not give up [F] on it.
So _ _ _
_ [Bb] don't tell _ [Am] me _ that [F] you are [C] lonely, [Dm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ and that the sun never reaches [C] you. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Come, take my hand, [C] and join me on [Dm] a trip around [Am] the city, _
[Bb] which you will soon [F] understand, _ _ [C] you are completely _ [F] wrong. _
There _ _ _ stands a man, _ [C] waiting outside [Dm] the war-sailing [Am] ship.
_ _ [Bb] He lives in old [F] memories, _ [Bb] from the time he was [C] home.
_ _ _ December winds are whistling sadly, [Dm] while daylight _ [Am] disappears.
_ _ _ [Bb] He becomes cold as [F] a cucumber.
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_ [F] _ _ [F] So _ _ _
_ [Bb] don't tell _ _ [Am] me that [F] you are [C] _ [Dm] lonely, _ _
_ [G] _ and that the sun never reaches _ [C] you. _ _ _ _ _
[F] Come, take my hand, [C] and join me [Dm] on a trip [Am] around the city, _
[Bb] which you will soon [F] understand, _ [C] you are completely _ [F] wrong. _
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