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Tabbed by Jack Dingler
weaseldog2001@yahoo.com

London Apprentice
Ralph McTell

D                               G                  D
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
    G               D            Em                 A
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made
  D                          G                      D
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
   G                       D            Em                A
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paulâ??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, thatâ??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 Iâ??ll accept the status quo
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau
And Londonâ??s been a refuge, by accident or plan
So ask me whoâ??s a Londoner, Iâ??ll answer every man

I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure
Iâ??ll tell you very bluntly with these words you canâ??t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson, whoâ??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 Iâ??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. Paulâ??s