Biografía:
Ralph McTell, nombre artístico de Ralph May, nació en Farnborough, Reino Unido. Cantautor de temprana vocación, no se interesó por dedicarse a la música hasta que descubrió durante su adolescencia la cultura beatnik. Más tarde comenzó a recorrer Europa en compañía de su guitarra. Elaboró su primer álbum en 1967. Recodado especialmente por el tema ‘Streets of London’ (1969), contenido en su segundo LP ‘Spiral Staircase’ (1969). La canción no se publicó en el Reino Unido en single hasta 1974
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Otras canciones:
- Streets Of London
- Around The Wild Cape Horn
- Barges
- Clare To Here
- Clown
- Easter Lilies
- England
- First Song
- From Clare To Here
- Girl From The Hiring Fair
- Impala Song
- In The Dreamtime
- Jesus Wept
- Last Train And Ride
- London Apprentice
- Maginot Waltz
- Mr Connaughton
- Nannas Song
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Summer Girl
- The Wind In The Willows
- Weather The Storm
- Zimmerman Blues
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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London Apprentice
Ralph McTell
D G D
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
G D Em A
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made
D G D
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
G D Em A
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways
When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed
How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all
As any cabbie will tell you, that’s how all knowledge grows
I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames
Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames
I am a London Apprentice and I’ll accept the status quo
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau
And London’s been a refuge, by accident or plan
So ask me who’s a Londoner, I’ll answer every man
I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure
I’ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can’t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson, who’s wit cut like a knife
When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I’ve made
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Tabbed by Jack Dingler
[email protected]
London Apprentice
Ralph McTell
D G D
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
G D Em A
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made
D G D
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
G D Em A
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways
When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed
How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all
As any cabbie will tell you, that’s how all knowledge grows
I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames
Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again
Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came
A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames
I am a London Apprentice and I’ll accept the status quo
But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau
And London’s been a refuge, by accident or plan
So ask me who’s a Londoner, I’ll answer every man
I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure
I’ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can’t ignore
Remember Doctor Johnson, who’s wit cut like a knife
When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade
The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I’ve made
A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all
So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s
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