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Streets of New York The Wolfe Tones

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G Am G C G D C Am G

GI was eighteen years Amold when I Gwent down to CDublin
With a Gfistful of Emmoney and a Amcartload of Ddreams.
"Take youGr time," said me Amfather, "stop Grushing like Chell,
And rGemember 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 theG old fellaEm said, "Sure, t'wouldn'tD do anyG harm.C  G 


For I've Cspent me life Dworking this Gdirty old ground
For a Cfew pints of poDrter and the sGmell of a pound.
And sure, maGybe there's Amsomething you'll Glearn or you'll Csee,
And you can Gbring it back Emhome, make it Deasier on mGe.CG  D 


GSo, I landed at AmKennedy, and a Gbig yellow Ctaxi
Carried 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 Gday
Was 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 Dyear
Was 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 Dhide
The Apoor, wasted Eface of me Afather.


I sold Eup the old Dfarmyard for Awhat it was worth,
And iEnto 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,Ana,  na,na,F#mna, na,na,nBma,na,na,Ena.

ANa,na,na  Bmna,na,na,  C#mna,na,na,na,Dna,na,na,
Na,Ana,  na,na,F#mna, na,na,nEa,na,na,nAa.

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