| D | D A/C# | Bm | Bm || G | G | Asus4 | Asus4 A |
| D | D A/C# |As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home| Bm | Bm |Upon the baron fields of Highbury, 'neath the stadiums of stone| Gmaj7 | Gmaj7 |Through the turnstiles at The Angel, see the homeless on the green| Asus4 | A |From The Cally to The Cross, and every shithole in between
| D | D A/C# |Pass the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the corner| Bm | Bm |See the brasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna| Gmaj7 | Gmaj7 |Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers| Asus4 | A |Seeking solace from their sorrow in the local battle cruisers
| D | D A/C# |Through the madness in the market, weathered faces turn to greet ya| Bm | Bm |"'Ello gov'nor, how's your mother?" "You alright, son, be lucky, geezer"| Gmaj7 | Gmaj7 |Double pie and mash and liquor, a Cuppa Rosie Lee up chap| Asus4 | A |Or watch retired gangsters bicker, every day in Arthur's café
| D | D A/C# |The little fuckers causing trouble, for the cozzers make you smile| Bm | Bm |You meet ya muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while| Gmaj7 | Gmaj7 |From The Thornhill to The Hemmy, all the faces are the same| Asus4 | A |'Cause the manor might be changing, but the people still remain
| D | D A/C# | Bm | Bm |North London forever| G | G | Asus4 | A |Whatever the weather, these streets are our own| D | D A/C# | Bm | Bm |And my heart will leave you, never| E7 | E7 | G | Gm |My blood will forever run through the stone
| D | D |
| D | D A/C# |As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made of chrome| Bm | Bm |I see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes| G | G |I see the architecture changing, watch the history disappear| Asus4 | A |And the skyline rearranging into towers of veneer
| D | D A/C# |But I see the remnants of a London that they thought they could erase| Bm | Bm |Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days| G | G |Or every time I watch the football and have a ruby with the lads| Asus4 | A |See an hoister selling clobber or a dealer shooting bags
| D | D A/C# |It's in the single mothers juggling a baby and a job| Bm | Bm |In every single brother struggling that wound up in the dock| G | G |It's in the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land| Asus4 | A |It's in the bricks that built the Morland and Popham that still stand
| D | D A/C# |It's in my family and my friends, in every gram and every Benz| Bm | Bm |It's in the roots that we inherit when a generation ends| G | G |It's in the ruins of your youth and the faces of your past| Asus4 | A |'Cause the manor might be changing, but the people always last
| D | D A/C# | Bm | Bm |North London forever| G | G | Asus4 | Asus4 |Whatever the weather, these streets are our own| D | D A/C# | Bm | Bm |And my heart will leave you, never| E7 | E7 | G | Gm |My blood will forever run through the stone
| D | D |
