By The Seine

Dm Am F Am Bb F C F

[Verse 1]
F                               
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the 
   A
Seine
              Bb                 
He's lost his way and the wayward 
          Am
artist's name is
                C
Washed with the rain
            F
Now he cries out
                          A        
"We are here, this is the dogs. Our
           Bb
 stars are lost."
                            Am
But the pavement bares your name
               C
...down by the Seine
        Bb    A7
La de da
  Dm       Am      F   Am    Bb 
I wouldn't have it any other 
  F  C
way, so

[Chorus]
F
Oh Frankie you'll never know
How you set young lovers on their 
A
toes
You've filled your cap with pennies 
               Bb
from the proletariat
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

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    F
The crowds are loud; the streets are
 black
But still your painting stares from 
       A
the tarmac

For now the moon shines bright
                          Bb
Upon these dark waters tonight
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

Dm Am F Am Bb F C F

[Verse 2]
F                                 
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the 
A
Seine
              Bb                 
He's lost his way and the wayward 
          Am                    
artist's name is washed with the 
  C
rain
            F                      
Now he cries out "We are here, this
        A                   Bb
 is the dogs. Our stars are lost."
                            Am     
But the pavement bares your name...
             C
 down by the Seine
     F
They chased you down the Rue de Mon
         A
You were cursing like a scullion
   Bb          Am              C
You found your head stuck in a cloud

And you cried
 F                             
"If it was a sunny day, all the 
 A
cobbles would gleam down Back-hand 
Way"
  Bb
We shout
   Am                  C       Bb
"Tonight, the Seine is ours."
    A7

  Dm       Am      F   Am    Bb 
I wouldn't have it any other 
  F  C
way, so

[Chorus]
F
Oh Frankie you'll never know
How you set young lovers on their 
A
toes
You've filled your cap with pennies 
               Bb
from the proletariat
                Am        C
Sleeping by the Seine, oh no

    F
The crowds are loud; the streets are
 black
But still your painting stares from 
       A
the tarmac

For now the moon shines bright
                          Bb
Upon these dark waters tonight
                Am  C
Sleeping by the Seine