Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner.....That I love London so...

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner. that I think of her..wherever I go.

I get a funny feeling inside of me.... Just walking up and down...

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner.....That I love London Town...

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Any time you're Lambeth Way, any evening, any day,

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You'll find us all...... do'in the Lambeth walk......

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Every little Lambeth gal...With her little Lambeth pal,

Dm G7 (Fill 2) C * * *

You'll find them all..... do'in the Lambeth Walk......

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Everything free and easy...do as you darn well pleasy,

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Why don't you make your way there....go there.... stay there,

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Once you get down Lambeth way....every evening......every day,

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You'll find yourself......do'in the Lambeth walk

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Strolling.. just strolling.. in the cool of the evening air...

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I don't envy the rich in their automobiles, for a motor car is phoney,

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I'd rather have shank's pony...

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When I'm strolling..just strolling..with the light of the moon above..

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Every night I go out strolling... and I know my luck is rolling, when

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I'm strolling with the one I... love...

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Underneath the arches I dream my dreams away...

G7 C

Underneath the arches on cobblestones I lay..

A7 D7

Every night you'll find me ..tired out and worn...

Dm (Fill 2) G7

Happy when the daylight ...comes creeping..heralding the dawn,

C D7

Sleeping when it's raining....and sleeping when its fine...

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I hear the trains rattling by.. ..a......bove...

A7 D7

Pavement is my pillow...no matter where I stray...

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Underneath the arches.. ..I dream my dreams away...

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Home-town want to wander round your back streets,

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See your tumble down old shack streets, I'd love to

F (Fill 2) C7

Walk in on those corny country cousins of mine

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Home-town where the doves are softly coo-ing..

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Where there's always nothin' doin'... I'd get a ..

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Welcome from those corny country cousins of mine....

A7 D D7

There's an old school house door ..we used to tumble through at four..

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& a small candy store where I could Go a dozen lollipops & come for more

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Home-town where the garden trees are shady...

C7 G C

Where our Eadie was a.Lady...I'm going…..

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Back to see those corny country cousins of mine