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London Apprentice
Ralph McTell
[D]I am a London apprentice, for I [G]never will learn a [D]trade
The [G]best that I can [D]hope for, is [Em]from mistakes I've [A]made
A [D]man who never made any, he [G]never meant nothing at [D]all
So [G]Christopher Wren had to [D]start again, [Em]when he built St. [A]Paul?s
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways
When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed
How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all
As any cabbie will tell you, that?s how all knowledge grows
I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames
Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames
I am a London Apprentice and I?ll accept the status quo
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau
And London?s been a refuge, by accident or plan
So ask me who?s a Londoner, I?ll answer every man
I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure
I?ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can?t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson, who?s wit cut like a knife
When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I?ve made
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul?s
weaseldog2001@yahoo.com
London Apprentice
Ralph McTell
[D]I am a London apprentice, for I [G]never will learn a [D]trade
The [G]best that I can [D]hope for, is [Em]from mistakes I've [A]made
A [D]man who never made any, he [G]never meant nothing at [D]all
So [G]Christopher Wren had to [D]start again, [Em]when he built St. [A]Paul?s
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways
When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed
How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all
As any cabbie will tell you, that?s how all knowledge grows
I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames
Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames
I am a London Apprentice and I?ll accept the status quo
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau
And London?s been a refuge, by accident or plan
So ask me who?s a Londoner, I?ll answer every man
I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure
I?ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can?t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson, who?s wit cut like a knife
When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I?ve made
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul?s
