Buskers Paradise

[Intro ]
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| Am          | F     Em    | C           | C     C/B   | 



[Verso 1]
 
    Am                           F             Em 
The devastated early bird's been beaten by the wind 
   C 
He tried to get the A16, another lesson learned 
       Am                                   F               Em 
Now he can't be on the main street catching all the Primark trains 
          C 
There's a bastard selling phone cases and sheltered from the rain 
    Am   F  Em     C 
And it's    all he knows 
 


[Verso 2]
 
   Am                                 F                  Em 
So now he's lost all choices, left to pitch up near the station 
   C 
Between the pub that's long shut down and the British Art Foundation 
      Am                            F             Em 
Where pensioners move slowly and protesters bully migrants 
     C 
With artwork on the shore of the shops depicting violence 
Am  F     Em   C 
And  he's all alone 
 


[Refrão]
 
             F 
And this old town is falling down 
  Em     C 
Familiar cars still turn around 
       C/B    F                         Em     C 
As the people passing by get by with an unsung life 
               F 
Cause this old town is falling down 
Em     C 
Copper coins rain to the ground 
      C/B    F                      Em       C 
Is it all or nothing walking in the busker's paradise? 
 


[Verso 3]
 
     Am                                    F              Em 
Here comes the Irish Jacket, thumbs tucked tightly in his vest 
        C 
With community support and words that warrant you respect 
      Am                              F          Em 
While chasing with a notepad he's got data to collect 
         C 
From the man outside the market place discarding cigarettes 
        Am  F       Em     C 
But he's    talking on the phone 
 


[Verso 4]
 
  Am                                  F                 Em 
A simple four chord turnaround with a voice that goes unheard 
     C 
With 4 pound 63 inside a black bag by the curb 
  Am                         F               Em 
Intoxicated characters can't help but take a look 
          C 
There's a woman in a wheelchair with an old rib custard cup 
    Am    F         Em      C 
And she's trying to make it home 
 


[Refrão]
 
             F 
And this old town is falling down 
  Em     C 
Familiar cars still turn around 
       C/B    F                         Em     C 
As the people passing by get by with an unsung life 
               F 
Cause this old town is falling down 
Em     C 
Copper coins rain to the ground 
      C/B    F                      Em       C 
Is it all or nothing walking in the busker's paradise? 


{Instrumental} 
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| F           | F     Em    | C           | C     C/B   | 

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| F           | F     Em    | C           | C           | 
 

[Ponte]
 
    Am                              F 
The sun sets on a quiet street, the pubs now come alive 
  C 
A trader in the shadows dealing out a bag for life 
     Am                          F 
From perfume to detergent, razor blades or melba toast 
     C 
Or a discount leg of lamb to host the perfect Sunday roast 
    Am                               F                Em 
And as he keeps on playing, he's now featured on the spot 
   C 
By women dressed in L-plates with a veil to tie the knot 
    Am                            F          Em 
And after one rendition they drop 20 and the pot 
     C 
And straight back into La Brooks where he'll lose the fucking lot 
 


[Refrão]
 
             F 
And this old town is falling down 
  Em     C 
Familiar cars still turn around 
       C/B    F                         Em     C 
As the people passing by get by with an unsung life 
               F 
Cause this old town is falling down 
Em     C 
Copper coins rain to the ground 
      C/B    F                      Em       C 
Is it all or nothing walking in the busker's paradise?