Standard (EADGBE)

He painted salford Smokey tops,

 On Cardboard boxes from the shops.

 And parts of ancolts where I used to play.

 I’m sure he once walked down our street,

 cause he painted kids who had nout on their feet,

 The clothes he wore had all seen better days,

Now they said his works of art where dull,

 No room about the wall was full,

 But Lowry didn’t care much anyway,

 They said he just paints cats and dogs.

 And Match stalk men in boots and clogs,

 And Lowry said that’s just the way they’ll stay,

(chorus)

  And he painted Match stalk men and Match stalk cats and dogs,

  He painted kids on the corner of the streets with the sparking clogs,

  And now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates,

  To paint his Match stalk men and Match stalk cats and dogs,

Now canvas and brushes where wearing thin,

 When London started calling him,

 To come on down and wear the old flat cap,

 They said tell us all about your ways,

 And all about them salford days,

 Is it true you’re just an ordinary chap.

(chorus)

 Now Lowry's hand upon the wall,

Beside the greatest of them all,

 And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow,

 This tired old man with hair like snow,

 Told northern folk its time to go,

 The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow,

(chorus 2)

  And he left us Match stalk men and Match stalk cats and dogs,

  He left us kids on the corner of the streets with the

clogs,

  Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates,

  To paint his Match stalk men and Match stalk cats and dogs,

Repeat 2nd chorus