Chords for The Pogues - Streets of Sorrow / Birmingham Six

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_ _ [Am] Oh [G] farewell _ [C]
streets of _ sorrow, _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] and farewell [Gm] you streets [F] of pain.
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I'll not [G] return to [Am] feel [Gm] more [F] sorrow, _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
nor [A] to see more [G] young [C] men slain.
_ [F] Through [C] _ _ [A] the last six [Gm] [F] years I've lived [Gm] through _ [F]
terror,
_ _ _ _ [C] _ and in [A] the darkened [Gm] streets [F] the pain. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ Oh how [G] I long to [C] find [Gm] some _ [F] solace. _
_ _ _ _ [C] In [A] my [Dm] mind I curse [C] the strain.
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[F] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] farewell [C] you streets [G] of _ [C] sorrow, _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Am] and farewell [G] you streets of [C] [F] pain. _ _ _ _ _
[C] No I'll not [G] return to [C] feel [G]
more [D] _ [C] [F] sorrow, _ _ _ _ _ [Am] nor to see [G] more young [F] men _ [C] slain. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] There was a German boy, a young [Am] girl [D] from this part,
who was picked [G] up and tortured [A] and framed by the law.
[D] And the filth kept [G] from all the [D] children, but they're still [G] doing the same.
Being a rich in the wrong place [A] and at the wrong time.
[D] In Ireland they'll put [A] you away in [D] the maze,
in England [G] they'll keep [A] you for seven long days.
[D] God help [G] you if ever [D] you [G] can be sure,
the coppers need [A] someone and they work at your door.
You'll be [D] counting years, [G] first five and ten,
[A] growing old in a [D] lonely hell.
Round the yard in [G] the stinking cell,
[A] from wall to [D] wall and back again.
_ Cursing the judges, [A] the coppers [D] and scrolls,
the [G] torture, the [A] innocent variety of years.
[Dm] By a price to [G] pay, [D] injustice [G] to sell,
by the judge to be their judges [A] when they write down in hell.
[D] You'll be counting [G] years, first five and ten,
[A] growing old in [D] a lonely hell.
Round the yard [G] in the lousy cell,
[A] from wall to wall and [D] back again. _
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_ _ _ [D] When I first saw the Emperor, [A] I wiped [D] a nervous face,
I swear [G] to stay count [A] of the stinking heads.
[D] While over in Ireland, like mum and [G] like dad,
heck down and shot in [A] the back of the head.
[D] You'll be counting years, [G] first five and ten,
[A] growing [D] old in a freezing hell.
Round the yard in [G] the lousy cell,
[A] from wall to [D] wall and back again.
You'll be counting years, first [G] five and ten,
[A] growing old in [D] a lonely hell.
Round the yard [G] in the lousy cell,
[A] from wall to wall and [D] back again.
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