Cifras
The Old Street Singer

Tom: G

Introdução: G    C    G    C    

G                                                                                                    C  
Sitting on a park bench soaking up the sun
                                                                                     G  
Singing to the children and the people passing by
                                                                                                                                  C              F  
With a bottle in a paper bag and a banjo at your side
                                                                                     C  
Anyone would know you if they'd take the time to look
F                                         C                                                                                                 G  
Underneath those ragged clothes they'd read you like a book
                  C                                                              F  
They'd see it in your eyes, the corners of your smile
                     C                                         G                                                                              C              G      C  
There's more to this old street bum than too many dusty miles
The motel room must get so very small
     G                                                                                            C  
A bed and a chair and memories on the wall
                                                                          G  
In a city full of strangers far away from times
                                                                                                                             C              F  
You've made that banjo ring in across a picket line
                                                          C                                              F  
You go downstairs and out on the street
                          C                                                              G            C  
Sit there waiting for everyone you meet
                                                          G  
Some they ignore you, some they ask you why
                                                                                                                                     C  
Some they dance to the tune you're playing to the sky
             C    G    C    G    C  
                                                                          G  
Passing through a city, one day you'll see him there
                                                                                                                             C  
Stop and listen to his tunes, let him know you hear
                                                                                                                             G  
Put a dollar in the box that sits there at his feet
                                                                                                                        C  
Tip your hat to the man who's singing in the street
                  F                                                                              C  
'Cause if you stop and listen, you'll hear it every time
F                      C                                                                              G  
Melodies around you, the rhythms and the rhymes
                  C                                                                         F  
In the stares of passing strangers, questions of the young
          C                              G                                                                                 C  
The barking of a stray dog and the memories of a street bum
                                             G                                                                                 C  
The barking of a stray dog and the memories of a street bum