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The old main drag pro Pogues
When I [D] first came to [G] London I was [A] only six[D]teen
With a [G] fiver in my [A] pocket and my [D] ole dancing [A] bag.
I [G] went down to the [A] dilly to [D] check out the [A] scene
But I [D] soon ended [G] up upon the [A] old main [D] drag.
There the [D] he-males and the [G] she-males pa[A]raded in [D] style
And the [G] old man with the [A] money would [D] flash you a [A] smile.
In the [G] dark of an [A] alley you would [D] work for a [A] five
For a [D] swift one off the [G] wrist down on the [A] old main [D] drag.
In the [D] cold winter [G] nights the old [A] town it was [D] chill,
But there were [G] boys in the [A] cafes who'd [D] give you cheap [A] pills.
If you [G] didn't have the [A] money you'd ca[D]jole and you'd [A] beg.
There was [D] always lots of [G] Tuinol on the [A] old main [D] drag.
[A]
One [D] evening as I was [G] lying down [A] in Leicester [D] Square,
I was [G] picked up by the [A] coppers and [D] kicked in the [A] balls.
Between the [G] metal doors at [A] Vine Street I was [D] beaten and [A] mauled
And they [D] ruined my [G] good looks for the [A] old main [D] drag.
In the [D] tube station the [G] old ones who were [A] on the way [D] out
Would [G] dribble and [A] vomit and [D] grovel and [A] shout,
And the [G] coppers would [A] come along and [D] push them a[A]bout,
And I [D] wished I could es[G]cape from the [A] old main [D] drag.
And [D] now I am [G] lying here I have [A] had too much [D] booze.
I've been [G] spat on and [A] shat on and [D] raped and a[A]bused.
I [G] know that I am [A] dying and I [D] wish I could [A] beg
For some [D] money to [G] take me from the [A] old main drag.
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