Streets of New York The Wolfe Tones
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G Am G C G D C Am GGI was eighteen years Amold when I Gwent down to CDublinWith a
Gfistful of Emmoney and a Amcartload of Ddreams."Take you
Gr time," said me Amfather, "stop Grushing like Chell,And r
Gemember all's Emnot what it sDeems to bGe.For there's
Dfellas who'd Emcut you for the Ccoat on your Gback,Or that
Cwatch that you Emgot from your Dmother.So take
Gcare, me young Ambucko, and Gmind yourself Cwell.And would you
Ggive this wee Dnote to me Gbrother." C G At the
Dtime, Uncle Benjy was a Cpoliceman in GBrooklyn,And me
Dfather, the youngest, looked Cafter the Dfarm.Til a
Gphone call from AmAmerica said "GSend the lad Cover."And the
G old fellaEm said, "Sure, t'wouldn'tD do anyG harm.C G For I've
Cspent me life Dworking this Gdirty old groundFor a
Cfew pints of poDrter and the sGmell of a pound.And sure, ma
Gybe there's Amsomething you'll Glearn or you'll Csee,And you can
Gbring it back Emhome, make it Deasier on mGe.C" G D GSo, I landed at AmKennedy, and a Gbig yellow CtaxiCarried
Gme and me Embags through the Amstreets and the Drain.Well, my
Gpoor heart was Amthumping aGround with Cexcitement,And I
Ghardly even Emheard what the dDriver was sGaying.C G We came
Din the Shore EmParkway through the Cflatlands in GBrooklyn,To me
Cuncle's aEmpartment on DEast 53rd.I was
Gfeeling so Amhappy, I was Ghumming a Csong,And I
Gsang "You're as Dfree as a Gbird." C G Well, to
Dshorten the story, what I Cfound out that GdayWas that
DBenjy got shot down in an Cuptown foDray.And
Gwhile I was Amflying my Gway to New CYork,Poor
GBenjy was Emlying in a Dcold city Gmorgue.Well, I called
Cup my old fella, Dtold him the Gnews.I could
Ctell he could hardly stand Dup in his Gshoes.And he
Gwept as he Amtold me go aGhead with the Cplan,And
Gnot to fEmorget, be a Dproud Irish Gman.C G E So, I
Awent up to BmNellie's beC#mside Fordham DRoad,And I
Astarted to F#mlearn about Bmlifting the Eload.But the
Aheaviest Bmthing that I C#mcarried that DyearWas the
Abittersweet F#mthoughts of my Ehometown so Adear.I went
Ehome that F#mDecember cause my Dold fella Adied.I had to
Dborrow the F#mmoney from EPhil on the side.And
Aall the bright Bmflowers and C#mbrass couldn't DhideThe
Apoor, wasted Eface of me Afather.I sold
Eup the old Dfarmyard for Awhat it was worth,And i
Ento my bag stuck a Dhandful of Eearth.Then I
Aboarded a Bmtrain and I C#mcaught me a Dplane,And I
Afound myself F#mback in the EU.S. Aagain.It's been
Dtwenty-two Eyears since I Aset foot in Dublin.My
Dkids know to Euse the Acorrect knife and fork.But I'll
Anever Bmforget the green C#mgrass and the Drivers,As I
Akeep law and F#morder in the Estreets of New AYoDrkA E ANa,na,na Bmna,na,na, C#mna,na,na,na,Dna,na,na,Na,
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