Em             Fmaj 
London calling to the faraway towns 
G 
Now that war is declared-and battle come down 
Em             Fmaj 
London calling to the underworld 
G 
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls 
Em              Fmaj 
London calling, now don't look at us 
G 
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust 
Em              Fmaj 
London calling, see we ain't got no swing 
G 
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing 
  

Em                     G 
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in 
Em                    G 
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin 
Em               G 
A nuclear error, but I have no fear 
D 
London is drowning-and I live by the river 

  

Em   Fmaj x2 

  

Em             Fmaj 
London calling to the imitation zone 
G 
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone 
Em             Fmaj 
London calling upon the zombies of death 
G 
Quit holding out-and draw another breath 
Em             Fmaj 
London calling-and I don't wanna shout 
G 
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out 
Em              Fmaj 
London calling, see we ain't got no highs 
G 
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes 

  

Solo: Em, Fmaj G  
  
Em              Fmaj 
London calling, I was there, too 
Em                      Fmaj 
An' you know what baby? Well, some of it was true! 
Em             Fmaj 
London calling at the top of the dial 
Em              Fmaj 
After all this, won't you give me a smile? 



Em             Fmaj x4 
London Calling 
Em 
   I never felt so much a' like