Singin Man

D Asus4 D Asus4 D G D I am a street singer, I sing for my keep, A G D for the people who pass by on their way, on the street, G D I've, sung my way, from London to France, Asus4 G D New York, to Frankfurt and all the way back Asus4 G D New York, to Frankfurt and all the way back D G D Sweet Copenhargen, I'm under your spell, A G D got drunk in your harbor, what a tale I could tell, G D then on to Berlin, we played midnight to dawn, Asus4 G D till the wall started shakin', think I saw it fall down, Asus4 G D till the wall started shakin', think I seen it fall down, D G D You can call me the Busker, with the songs in my sack, Asus4 G D with my guitar in hand and the drum on my back, G D I sing in your subways, your trolleys and trams Asus4 G D I am a Street Singer and I'm proud that I am, Asus4 G Gsus2 D Asus4 D Asus4 I am a Street Singer and I'm a S i n g i n' Man D G D This side of Zurich, I met a sweet thing A G D we flew day and night,like a coupla' birds on the wing, G D and at times we were poor, but we always had some Asus4 G D we could take a few songs, we could feed to that one, Asus4 G D we could take a few songs, we could feed to that one D G D On a night train to Nice, well, we were stuck in Leon, A G D and when we woke up, all our money was gone G D well, with a voice and guitar, to put on a show, Asus4 G D by the time it got dark, well my pockets were full Asus4 G D by the time it got dark, all my pockets were full D G D You can call me the Busker, with the songs in my sack, Asus4 G D with my guitar in hand and the drum on my back, G D I sing in your subways, your trolleys and trams Asus4 G D I am a Street Singer and I'm proud that I am, Asus4 G Gsus2 D Asus4 D Asus4 I am a Street Singer and I'm a S i n g i n' Man D G D Back up to Frankfurt on a few hours sleep, A G D Playin' in a station, gettin' something to eat G D Cops said to move on, Cops don't bother me, Asus4 G D they do what they're told, and I do what I please, Asus4 G D they do what they're told, and I do what I please D G D Some say that working a job 9 to 5 A G D Will take them to heaven, like it took them through life' G D I say, I'm workin' the streets bein' free, Asus4 G D Is gonna show you more life, than you'll see in your dreams Asus4 G D show you more life, than you can see in your dreams D G D You can call me the Busker, with the songs in my sack, Asus4 G D with my guitar in hand and the drum on my back, G D I sing in your subways, your trolleys and trams Asus4 G D I am a Street Singer and I'm proud that I am, Asus4 G Gsus2 D Asus4 D Asus4 I am a Street Singer and I'm a S i n g i n' Man D G D So gather around the tables, and form a little band. A G D take a hat to the streets, and do the best that you can G D the people that pass bye, well, they all have a lot. Asus4 G D but the thing they don't have is the freedom you've got, Asus4 G D but the thing they don't have is the freedom you've got D G D I am a street singer, I sing for my keep, Asus4 G D for the people who pass by on their way on the street, G D I've, sung my way, from London to France, Asus4 G D New York to Frankfurt, and all the way back Asus4 G D New York to Frankfurt, and all the way back D G D You can call me the Busker, with the songs in my sack, Asus4 G D with my guitar in hand and the drum on my back, G D I sing in your subways, your trolleys and trams Asus4 G D I am a Street Singer, and I'm proud that I am, Asus4 G Gsus2 I am a Street Singer and I'm your S i n g i n' , D Asus4 D Asus4 D your S i n g i n' Man