{commedia}mp3/the-rolling-stones/street-fighting-man.mp3{/commedia}
F Gm7 C7
Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
F Gm7 C7
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
D7 G
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
D7
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!

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F C7
Hey! Think the time is right for a violent revolution
F C7
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
D7 G
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
D7
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!

| D7 | C | F | C |

F C7
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
F C7
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
D7 G
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
D7
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!

G
What can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
B
Well, pale. Have you seen a lady fairer?
Eb
She comes in colours ev’rywhere.
B
She combs her hair. She’s like a rainbow.
Eb B
Comoing colurs in the air ev’rywhere
F7
She comes in colours.
B
Have you seen her all in.