Sunday Street Chords by Dave Van Ronk
Tempo:
80.175 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Em
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Em] [E] [Em]
[E] [Em] [E] [A]
[E] [B]
[A] [F#m] [E]
[Em] I'm the king of tap city and I'm [E] out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry [E] me on.
[A] If I ever get back on my feet,
[E] I'll move from Saturday Alley up to Sunday [C] Street.
[Em] [A] [Em]
I'll [A]
[E] [Em] [E] [A] [B] [F#m]
[E] [Em] get a paradise that makes me seven all the time.
Gonna be living on [E] chicken and wine.
I want [A] caviar, four star and Johnny Walker [E] Black.
Six [Em] pretty women in my gold [E] Cadillac.
[A] Gonna move where the living is sweet.
[E] From Saturday Alley up to Sunday Street.
[A] [E] [A]
[Am] [A] [E]
[B] [A] [E]
[Em] My hands are shaking and I ain't feeling well
from drinking King Kong liquor and cheap [E] muscatel.
[A] But a little taste of bourbon and breakfast in [E] bed.
Six million dollars can raise the [B] dead.
Just me and the [A] other elite.
[Em] Raising high [E] class hell up on Sunday Street.
[A] [Em]
[E] [B] [Em] [E]
[Em] Everybody says I'm talking out of my head,
but nobody [E] badmouthing as a man with the bread.
[A] All the whores are gonna drop their drawers
[E] and say that goes to man above [A] Santa Claus.
[B] Pays to be [A] discreet.
[E] Where's talking to the king of Sunday Street doing now?
[A] Not
[E] [A]
[E] a dollar, [Em] not a nickel, not a penny to my name.
I'm the king of Tap City and I'm out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry me [F#m] on.
Ever get [A] back on my [F#m] feet.
[E] I move [Em] from Saturday [E] Alley up to Sunday [Em] Street.
[B] [A] [F#m] [E] [Em] [E]
[E] [Em] [E] [A]
[E] [B]
[A] [F#m] [E]
[Em] I'm the king of tap city and I'm [E] out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry [E] me on.
[A] If I ever get back on my feet,
[E] I'll move from Saturday Alley up to Sunday [C] Street.
[Em] [A] [Em]
I'll [A]
[E] [Em] [E] [A] [B] [F#m]
[E] [Em] get a paradise that makes me seven all the time.
Gonna be living on [E] chicken and wine.
I want [A] caviar, four star and Johnny Walker [E] Black.
Six [Em] pretty women in my gold [E] Cadillac.
[A] Gonna move where the living is sweet.
[E] From Saturday Alley up to Sunday Street.
[A] [E] [A]
[Am] [A] [E]
[B] [A] [E]
[Em] My hands are shaking and I ain't feeling well
from drinking King Kong liquor and cheap [E] muscatel.
[A] But a little taste of bourbon and breakfast in [E] bed.
Six million dollars can raise the [B] dead.
Just me and the [A] other elite.
[Em] Raising high [E] class hell up on Sunday Street.
[A] [Em]
[E] [B] [Em] [E]
[Em] Everybody says I'm talking out of my head,
but nobody [E] badmouthing as a man with the bread.
[A] All the whores are gonna drop their drawers
[E] and say that goes to man above [A] Santa Claus.
[B] Pays to be [A] discreet.
[E] Where's talking to the king of Sunday Street doing now?
[A] Not
[E] [A]
[E] a dollar, [Em] not a nickel, not a penny to my name.
I'm the king of Tap City and I'm out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry me [F#m] on.
Ever get [A] back on my [F#m] feet.
[E] I move [Em] from Saturday [E] Alley up to Sunday [Em] Street.
[B] [A] [F#m] [E] [Em] [E]
Key:
E
A
Em
B
F#m
E
A
Em
[E] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] I'm the king of tap city and I'm [E] out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry [E] me on.
[A] If I ever get back on my feet,
[E] I'll move from Saturday Alley up to Sunday [C] Street.
[Em] _ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _
_ I'll _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] get a paradise that makes me seven all the time.
Gonna be living on [E] chicken and wine.
I want [A] caviar, four star and Johnny Walker [E] Black.
Six [Em] pretty women in my gold [E] Cadillac.
[A] Gonna move where the living is sweet.
[E] From Saturday Alley up to Sunday Street.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Em] My hands are shaking and I ain't feeling well
from drinking King Kong liquor and cheap [E] muscatel.
[A] But a little taste of bourbon and breakfast in [E] bed.
Six million dollars can raise the [B] dead.
Just me and the [A] other elite.
[Em] Raising high [E] class hell up on Sunday Street. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [Em] Everybody says I'm talking out of my head,
but nobody [E] badmouthing as a man with the bread.
[A] All the whores are gonna drop their drawers
[E] and say that goes to man above [A] Santa Claus.
[B] Pays to be [A] discreet.
[E] Where's talking to the king of Sunday Street doing now? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Not _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ _ _ a dollar, [Em] not a nickel, not a penny to my name.
I'm the king of Tap City and I'm out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry me [F#m] on.
Ever get [A] back on my [F#m] feet.
[E] I move [Em] from Saturday [E] Alley up to Sunday [Em] Street.
[B] _ [A] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] I'm the king of tap city and I'm [E] out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry [E] me on.
[A] If I ever get back on my feet,
[E] I'll move from Saturday Alley up to Sunday [C] Street.
[Em] _ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _
_ I'll _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] get a paradise that makes me seven all the time.
Gonna be living on [E] chicken and wine.
I want [A] caviar, four star and Johnny Walker [E] Black.
Six [Em] pretty women in my gold [E] Cadillac.
[A] Gonna move where the living is sweet.
[E] From Saturday Alley up to Sunday Street.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Em] My hands are shaking and I ain't feeling well
from drinking King Kong liquor and cheap [E] muscatel.
[A] But a little taste of bourbon and breakfast in [E] bed.
Six million dollars can raise the [B] dead.
Just me and the [A] other elite.
[Em] Raising high [E] class hell up on Sunday Street. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [Em] Everybody says I'm talking out of my head,
but nobody [E] badmouthing as a man with the bread.
[A] All the whores are gonna drop their drawers
[E] and say that goes to man above [A] Santa Claus.
[B] Pays to be [A] discreet.
[E] Where's talking to the king of Sunday Street doing now? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ Not _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] _ _ _ _ a dollar, [Em] not a nickel, not a penny to my name.
I'm the king of Tap City and I'm out of the game.
[A] A nickel up, a nickel down, another nickel [E] gone.
[Em] Ain't got a nickel left to carry me [F#m] on.
Ever get [A] back on my [F#m] feet.
[E] I move [Em] from Saturday [E] Alley up to Sunday [Em] Street.
[B] _ [A] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _