The Angel

Instruments
  A   A E/G#   F#m   F#m
  D   D   Esus4   Esus4 E

Verse 1
AsA I Walk These Streets Alone, Through This BorouAgh I Call Home             E/G#​
UpF#mon The Baron Fields Of Highbury, 'Neath The StadiF#mums Of Stone
ThDmaj7rough The Turnstiles At The Angel, See The Homeless On TDmaj7he Green
FroEsus4m The Cally To The Cross, And Every Shithole In BetweEen

Verse 2
PaAss The Church, The Mosque, A Crack Den, And ThAe Offie On The Corner      E/G#​
SeF#me The Brasses From The Brothel That Pretends To BF#me A Sauna
WaDmaj7tch The Bedlam In The Bookies, See The Winners And TheDmaj7 Losers
SeeEsus4king Solace From Their Sorrow In The Local Battle Cruisers         E​

Verse 3
ThArough The Madness In The Market, Weathered FacAes Turn To Greet Ya         E/G#​
"'F#mEllo Gov'nor, How's Your Mother?" "You Alright, F#mSon, Be Lucky, Geezer"
DoDmaj7uble Pie And Mash And Liquor, A Cuppa Rosie Lee Up ChDmaj7ap
Or Esus4Watch Retired Gangsters Bicker, Every Day In Arthur's Café      E​

Verse 4
ThAe Little Fuckers Causing Trouble, For The CozzersA Make You Smile           E/G#​
YoF#mu Meet Ya Muckers For A Couple, Forget Your TrouF#mbles For A While
FrDmaj7om The Thornhill To The Hemmy, All The Faces Are ThDmaj7e Same
'CEsus4ause The Manor Might Be Changing, But The People Still RemaEin

Hook
NoArth ALoE/G#ndon FoF#mrever F#m​
WhDatever The Weather, These Streets ADre Our Own                      Esus4        E​
AnAd My HeartA WE/G#ill Leave You, Never     F#m         F#m​
MyB7 Blood Will Forever Run Through The StoB7ne               D         Dm​

Instruments
  A   A

Verse 5
AsA I Walk These Streets Alone, Through A Kingdom AMade Of Chrome             E/G#​
I F#mSee Them Ripping Up The Cobbles, And Tearing DowF#mn Our Childhood Homes
I DSee The Architecture Changing, Watch The History DisappDear
AnEsus4d The Skyline Rearranging Into Towers Of Veneer         E​

Verse 6
BuAt I See The Remnants Of A London That They ThougAht They Could Erase        E/G#​
EvF#mery Time I Hear The Old School Talk About The GoF#mod Old Days
OrD Every Time I Watch The Football And Have A Ruby With ThDe Lads
SeEsus4e An Hoister Selling Clobber Or A Dealer Shooting Bags   E​

Verse 7
ItA's In The Single Mothers JuAggling A Baby And A JobE/G#​
InF#m Every Single Brother Struggling That Wound Up In F#mThe Dock
ItD's In The Roots And The Foundations, Still Clinging To TDhe Land
ItEsus4's In The Bricks That Built The Morland And Popham That Still StandE​

Verse 8
ItA's In My Family And My Friends, In Every Gram AnAd Every Benz               E/G#​
ItF#m's In The Roots That We Inherit When A Generation F#mEnds
ItD's In The Ruins Of Your Youth And The Faces Of Your PasDt
'CEsus4ause The Manor Might Be Changing, But The People Always Last    E​

Hook
NoArth ALoE/G#ndon FoF#mrever F#m​
WhDatever The Weather, These Streets ADre Our Own                      Esus4        Esus4​
AnAd My HeartA WE/G#ill Leave You, Never     F#m         F#m​
MyB7 Blood Will Forever Run Through The StoB7ne               D         Dm​