Chords for Dirty Blvd.
Tempo:
123.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Gm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [A]
[G] [D] Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel.
[D] out a window without glass.
The wall's
beats him because he's too
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [A]
[G] [D] Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel.
[D] out a window without glass.
The wall's
beats him because he's too
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[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] [D] Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel.
_ He looks [D] out a window without glass. _ _ _ _
The wall's
made of cardboard.
_ Newspaper's on his feet and his father beats him because he's too
tired to beg.
[A] _ _ He's [D] got nine brothers and sisters.
They're brought up on their knees.
It's hard
[G] to run when a [D] coat hanger beats you on the thighs. _
[G] Pedro dreams [D] of being older and killing
the old man, but that's [G] a slim chance.
He's going [A] to the boulevard.
[D] _ He's going [G] to end up [D] _ on the dirty boulevard.
He's going out to [A] the dirty [D] boulevard.
He's going [G] down [D] to the dirty boulevard. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
This room costs $2,000 a month.
You can believe it, man.
It's true.
Some wear [Gm] a [D] landlord's
lock until it wets [A] his pants.
[D] _ No one [G] dreams [D] of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything.
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard.
_ _ Give me [D] your hungry, your tired, your poor.
I'll piss on them.
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says. _ _ _
Your poor huddled masses, let's
club them to death.
Get it over with and [G] just dump them [D] on the boulevard.
_ _ _ Get [G] them out.
_ [D] On the dirty boulevard.
Going [G] out.
_ [D] On the dirty boulevard.
They're [G] going down.
On the
dirty [D] boulevard.
Going [G] out.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Outside it's a bright night.
There's an opera at Lincoln
Center.
Movie stars arrive by [A] limousine.
[D] _ _
[G] The [D] cleeglights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan,
but the lights are out on the mean streets.
_ _ A small [G] kid [D] stands by the Lincoln _ Tunnel.
He's selling [G] plastic [D] roses for a lot of money.
_ _ The [G] traffic's backed [D] up to 39th Street.
_ _ The
[G] TV whores [D] are calling the cops [A] out for a suck.
[D] _ And [G] back at the [D] wheelchair, Pedro sits there
dreaming.
_ He's found a book on magic in a garbage can.
_ He looks [G] at the pictures and
stares up at the cracked ceiling.
At the [G] count of three [D] he says, I hope I can disappear.
And fly, fly [G] away.
[D] From this dirty boulevard, I want [G] to fly.
_ [D] _ From the dirty boulevard, I
want [G] to fly.
_ [A] _ From the [D] dirty boulevard, I want [G] to fly, fly, [Am] fly, fly.
From the [D] dirty
boulevard, I want [D] to fly away.
_ _ _ I want to [G] fly.
[D] _ _ _ _ Fly, fly away.
_ _ _ _ I want to [G] fly.
[D] _ _ _ _ Fly, fly away.
Fly, fly.
Fly away.
Fly, fly, fly.
Fly, fly.
_ _ _ Fly, [G] fly [D] away.
Fly, fly.
_ _ Fly [G] away.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] [D] Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel.
_ He looks [D] out a window without glass. _ _ _ _
The wall's
made of cardboard.
_ Newspaper's on his feet and his father beats him because he's too
tired to beg.
[A] _ _ He's [D] got nine brothers and sisters.
They're brought up on their knees.
It's hard
[G] to run when a [D] coat hanger beats you on the thighs. _
[G] Pedro dreams [D] of being older and killing
the old man, but that's [G] a slim chance.
He's going [A] to the boulevard.
[D] _ He's going [G] to end up [D] _ on the dirty boulevard.
He's going out to [A] the dirty [D] boulevard.
He's going [G] down [D] to the dirty boulevard. _ _
[G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
This room costs $2,000 a month.
You can believe it, man.
It's true.
Some wear [Gm] a [D] landlord's
lock until it wets [A] his pants.
[D] _ No one [G] dreams [D] of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything.
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard.
_ _ Give me [D] your hungry, your tired, your poor.
I'll piss on them.
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says. _ _ _
Your poor huddled masses, let's
club them to death.
Get it over with and [G] just dump them [D] on the boulevard.
_ _ _ Get [G] them out.
_ [D] On the dirty boulevard.
Going [G] out.
_ [D] On the dirty boulevard.
They're [G] going down.
On the
dirty [D] boulevard.
Going [G] out.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Outside it's a bright night.
There's an opera at Lincoln
Center.
Movie stars arrive by [A] limousine.
[D] _ _
[G] The [D] cleeglights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan,
but the lights are out on the mean streets.
_ _ A small [G] kid [D] stands by the Lincoln _ Tunnel.
He's selling [G] plastic [D] roses for a lot of money.
_ _ The [G] traffic's backed [D] up to 39th Street.
_ _ The
[G] TV whores [D] are calling the cops [A] out for a suck.
[D] _ And [G] back at the [D] wheelchair, Pedro sits there
dreaming.
_ He's found a book on magic in a garbage can.
_ He looks [G] at the pictures and
stares up at the cracked ceiling.
At the [G] count of three [D] he says, I hope I can disappear.
And fly, fly [G] away.
[D] From this dirty boulevard, I want [G] to fly.
_ [D] _ From the dirty boulevard, I
want [G] to fly.
_ [A] _ From the [D] dirty boulevard, I want [G] to fly, fly, [Am] fly, fly.
From the [D] dirty
boulevard, I want [D] to fly away.
_ _ _ I want to [G] fly.
[D] _ _ _ _ Fly, fly away.
_ _ _ _ I want to [G] fly.
[D] _ _ _ _ Fly, fly away.
Fly, fly.
Fly away.
Fly, fly, fly.
Fly, fly.
_ _ _ Fly, [G] fly [D] away.
Fly, fly.
_ _ Fly [G] away.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _