Portobello Road

CAPO 3
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Intro: C, Fmaj7, C, Am, G, C


    C                         
The walls are graffitied, the 
Fmaj7      C
rubbish is strung,
    Am       G           Fmaj7
the carneval has come to town.
    C                          
The window's still borded, the 
Fmaj7      C
police are scared.
     Am              G           
Last week this whole city burned 
C
down.

         C                 
There is no situation that they 
Fmaj7           C
can't make worse.
        Am          G      
There's thirty-five-thousand 
   Fmaj7
arounds;
            C                      
and they'll gravely chase after the
 Fmaj7    C
 fears or foes,
   Am          G      C
provided their easily founds.


    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a 
boot,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                     
And imagine a country where 
 Fmaj7      C
everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             
and then firmly put back in their 
C
place.


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     C                         
From Ladbroke Grove Station to 
Fmaj7       C
Nottinghill Gates,
    Am        G            Fmaj7
the market is dead, on its feet.
     C                           
Past Orwells old house with dead 
Fmaj7          C
looks in their eyes.
           Am              G      
And their clipboards, they march 
      C
on the beat.

          C                  Fmaj7
You could go after them with 
           C
guitars in your hands,
            Am         G       
but they'll sure enough quickly 
Fmaj7
deploy
            C               Fmaj7 
drones that steal from you, choke 
        C
you and shatter your bones.
       Am   G      C
Those (...) always destroy.


    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a 
boot,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                     
And imagine a country where 
 Fmaj7      C
everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             
and then firmly put back in their 
C
place.


C, F, C, Am, G, F, C, F, C, Am, G, C


      C                          
So we gathered in silence in the 
Fmaj7       C
back of the bar
       Am               G         
on the street where the bands used
    Fmaj7
 to play.
 C                     Fmaj7       
Nursing our drinks and cursing our 
C
luck,
       Am            G             
surely they don't deserve the last 
C
sake.

           C                    
Raise your instruments high, and 
      Fmaj7        C
your voice to the sky,
            Am          G         
'cause it's all that we have for 
   Fmaj7
the fight.
         C                       
But when they turn this all into 
Fmaj7        C
one shopping mall,
         Am      G             C
they'll finally sleep well at night.


    Fmaj7               C
So, imagine the future, imagine a 
booze,
Am        G     Fmaj7
imagine a human face.
     C                     
And imagine a country where 
 Fmaj7      C
everyone's watched,
         Fmaj7      G             
and then firmly put back in their 
C
place.