The Pogues – London Youre A Lady (Ukulele)

   C
Ah London you're a lady

                   F G
Laid out before my eyes

     C
Your golden heart is pulsing

  Am                    F
Between your scarred up thighs

     C
Your eyes are full of sadness

                      F G
Red busses skirt your hem

     C
Your head-dress is a ring of lights

      Am               F
But I would not follow them

     F
Your architects were madmen

     C                 F  G
Your builders sane but drunk

 C
Among your faded jewels

      Am             F
Shine acid house and punk

    C
You are a scarlet lady

                          F  G
Your streets run red with blood

      C
Oh my darling they have used you

    Am               F
And covered you with mud

       C
It was deep down in your womb my love

                    F G
I drank my quart of sin

      C
While chinamen played cards and draughts

    Am                  F
And knocked back mickey finns

     F
Your piss is like a river

    C                 F G
Its scent is beer and gin

     C
Your hell is in the summer

        Am             F
And you blossom in the spring

   Am              F
September is your purgatory

C                 Am/G#/Am
Christmas is your heaven

             F                   C
And when the stinking streets of summer

                   F G
Are washed away by rain

       C
At the dark end of a lonely street

       Am                  F
That's where you lose your pain

     C         F          C     F
'Tis then your eyes light up my love

    C
And sparkle once again