Buskers Paradise

[Intro ] | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=============|=============|=============|=============| | 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} | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=============|=============|=============|=============| | F | F Em | C | C C/B | | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=============|=============|=============|=============| | 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?