Chords for Kate Wolf THE OLD STREET SINGER

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You old street singers, some call you a bum, _ [B] sitting on a park bench soaking up [E] the sun _ _
_ Singing to the children [B] and the people passing by, with a bottle in a paper bag and a banjo [E] at your side _
_ [A] Anyone would know you [E] if they'd take the time to look
_ [A] Underneath [E] those ragged clothes they'd read you [B] like a book _
_ [E] You'd see it in your eyes, [A] the corners of your smiles
[E] There's more to this [B] old street bum than too many [E] dusty miles
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_ No hotel room must get so very small, [B] a bed and a chair, memories [E] on the wall _
In a city full of strangers, [B]
far away from time, you'd play that banjo ringing across a [E] picket line
You'd [F#m] go downstairs [E] and out on the street, [A] sit [E] there waiting for everyone [B] you meet _
_ [E] Some they ignore [B] you, some they ask you why, some they dance to the tune you're playing [E] to the sky _
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_ [E] _ _ _ Passing through a city, [B] one day you'll see him there
Stop and listen to his tunes, let him [E] know you're here _ _
Put a dollar in the box that sits [B] there at his feet
Tip your hand to the man who's singing in [E] the street
_ [A] If you stop and listen, [E] you'll hear it every time
[A] The melodies [E] around you, the rhythms and [B] the rhyme
_ [E] In the stairs of passing strangers, [A] questions of the young
[E] The barking [B] of a stray dog and the memories [E] of a street bum
The barking [B] of a stray dog and the memories [E] of a street bum _
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