Chords for The Pogues - London Girl
Tempo:
85.7 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
F
Bb
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] A devil moon's looking through the [F] alley, down by the car door and the sledge [Gm] rally
Through the maze, running through the [F] black streets, where the blacks sell fire and [Gm] sleep
The devil moon's looking at us [F] so hard, off the camera where the cornered [Gm] winds blow
Sucked along by a winter [F] shower, standing [D] beside you in a shining [Bb] tower
This could be our [G] final dance, [Bb] this could be our [Am] very last [F] chance
[C] [Bb] The sound of your voice will [Gm] ever only be, [A] changed everything and then the words [G] I write would kill
I love the girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[D] I ain't got no chance
[Gm] The lights were going out, the moon was [F] dying
The night was turning to a fine spring [Gm] morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were [F] shouting
The summer's [C] flashing and the crystal's [Gm] pounding
When the cold winds are coming, [F] find you blowing down from the top of the [Gm] high rise
I'll come and take you back down to [F] Soho, away from [C] my old old madman's [Bb] side
This could [D] be our final dance, [Bb] this could be our [Dm] very last chance
[Bb] And if you [Gm] cut me, don't you think I'd feel?
Is this body [D] clay, is this heart made of steel?
I love the [G] girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[G] I ain't got no chance
[Gm]
[F] [Gm]
[F] [Gm]
[Bb] This could be [D] our very last chance
[Bb] This could be our final [G] dance
And [Bb] if you cut me, [Gm] don't you think I'd feel?
[A] Is this body clay, is [G] this heart made of steel?
You're my London girl, the way that she walks
You're my London girl, the way that she talks
You're my London girl, take a [C] glance to the world
[D] You're my London girl
You're my London girl
My London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
[G]
Through the maze, running through the [F] black streets, where the blacks sell fire and [Gm] sleep
The devil moon's looking at us [F] so hard, off the camera where the cornered [Gm] winds blow
Sucked along by a winter [F] shower, standing [D] beside you in a shining [Bb] tower
This could be our [G] final dance, [Bb] this could be our [Am] very last [F] chance
[C] [Bb] The sound of your voice will [Gm] ever only be, [A] changed everything and then the words [G] I write would kill
I love the girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[D] I ain't got no chance
[Gm] The lights were going out, the moon was [F] dying
The night was turning to a fine spring [Gm] morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were [F] shouting
The summer's [C] flashing and the crystal's [Gm] pounding
When the cold winds are coming, [F] find you blowing down from the top of the [Gm] high rise
I'll come and take you back down to [F] Soho, away from [C] my old old madman's [Bb] side
This could [D] be our final dance, [Bb] this could be our [Dm] very last chance
[Bb] And if you [Gm] cut me, don't you think I'd feel?
Is this body [D] clay, is this heart made of steel?
I love the [G] girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[G] I ain't got no chance
[Gm]
[F] [Gm]
[F] [Gm]
[Bb] This could be [D] our very last chance
[Bb] This could be our final [G] dance
And [Bb] if you cut me, [Gm] don't you think I'd feel?
[A] Is this body clay, is [G] this heart made of steel?
You're my London girl, the way that she walks
You're my London girl, the way that she talks
You're my London girl, take a [C] glance to the world
[D] You're my London girl
You're my London girl
My London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
[G]
Key:
Gm
F
Bb
G
D
Gm
F
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] A devil moon's looking through the [F] alley, down by the car door and the sledge [Gm] rally
Through the maze, running through the [F] black streets, where the blacks sell fire and [Gm] sleep
The devil moon's looking at us [F] so hard, off the camera where the cornered [Gm] winds blow
Sucked along by a winter [F] shower, standing [D] beside you in a shining [Bb] tower
This could be our [G] final dance, _ _ [Bb] this could be our [Am] very last [F] chance _
[C] [Bb] The sound of your voice will [Gm] ever only be, [A] changed everything and then the words [G] I write would kill
I love the girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[D] I ain't got no chance
_ _ [Gm] The lights were going out, the moon was [F] dying
The night was turning to a fine spring [Gm] morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were [F] shouting
The summer's [C] flashing and the crystal's [Gm] pounding
When the cold winds are coming, [F] find you blowing down from the top of the [Gm] high rise
I'll come and take you back down to [F] Soho, away from [C] my old old madman's [Bb] side
This could [D] be our final dance, _ _ [Bb] this could be our [Dm] very last chance
_ [Bb] And if you [Gm] cut me, don't you think I'd feel?
Is this body [D] clay, is this heart made of steel?
I love the [G] girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[G] I ain't got no chance _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ This could be [D] our very last chance
_ [Bb] This could be our final [G] dance
And [Bb] if you cut me, [Gm] don't you think I'd feel?
[A] Is this body clay, is [G] this heart made of steel?
You're my London girl, the way that she walks
You're my London girl, the way that she talks
You're my London girl, take a [C] glance to the world
[D] You're my London girl _ _
You're my London girl
My London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] A devil moon's looking through the [F] alley, down by the car door and the sledge [Gm] rally
Through the maze, running through the [F] black streets, where the blacks sell fire and [Gm] sleep
The devil moon's looking at us [F] so hard, off the camera where the cornered [Gm] winds blow
Sucked along by a winter [F] shower, standing [D] beside you in a shining [Bb] tower
This could be our [G] final dance, _ _ [Bb] this could be our [Am] very last [F] chance _
[C] [Bb] The sound of your voice will [Gm] ever only be, [A] changed everything and then the words [G] I write would kill
I love the girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[D] I ain't got no chance
_ _ [Gm] The lights were going out, the moon was [F] dying
The night was turning to a fine spring [Gm] morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were [F] shouting
The summer's [C] flashing and the crystal's [Gm] pounding
When the cold winds are coming, [F] find you blowing down from the top of the [Gm] high rise
I'll come and take you back down to [F] Soho, away from [C] my old old madman's [Bb] side
This could [D] be our final dance, _ _ [Bb] this could be our [Dm] very last chance
_ [Bb] And if you [Gm] cut me, don't you think I'd feel?
Is this body [D] clay, is this heart made of steel?
I love the [G] girl, the way that she walks
I love the girl, the way that she talks
I love the girl, just the [C] sound of your voice
[G] I ain't got no chance _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ This could be [D] our very last chance
_ [Bb] This could be our final [G] dance
And [Bb] if you cut me, [Gm] don't you think I'd feel?
[A] Is this body clay, is [G] this heart made of steel?
You're my London girl, the way that she walks
You're my London girl, the way that she talks
You're my London girl, take a [C] glance to the world
[D] You're my London girl _ _
You're my London girl
My London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl
You're my London girl _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _