I've [G]walked the soles off my[D] feet on these [C]dark London streets
In[G] search for a room and a [D]bed,
And
my [G]heart grows so [D]weary, with these]G] nights cold and[C] dreary,
All I [G]want is to [D]lay down my[G] head.
CHORUS: I can [D]see by your face that you're [C]leaving this [G]place,
And you're taking the overnight[D] train.
If
you[G] should meet my [D]mother, will you[G] tell her I [C]love her
And I'll [G]write just as [D]soon as I [G]can?
Six months in this city, God knows there's no pity
When you haven't a bob of your own,
And there's no need for
locks on this old cardboard box
Even though it's a place I call home.
Outside Paddington Station, my heart it is breaking,
And I can't tell my tears from the rain,
And the jingle and
jangle of the damned old triangle
Keeps ringing around in my brain.
