Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Down to the agent's shop I'd go

I'd shoulder my bag down the Irvine Road

Past the council houses row on row

When I was a paper boy

With the Daily Record and the People's Friend

I'd go down to the sunny side again

Under the bridge where the railway bends

When I was a paper boy

And my feet flew in the morning light

Racing the dawn as the sky grew bright

And everything in the world was right

When I was a paper boy

I'd walk the morning and the empty streets

Would ring to the sound of my own two feet

And I'd walk in step to my own heartbeat

When I was a paper boy

As the rain rolled down the back of my neck

I'd deliver the news of death and sex

Rhodesia, Speck and Malcolm X

When I was a paper boy

There's a crow in a treetop way up high

Hung as a warning left to die

And a moaning wind in the morning sky

When I was a paper boy