Myths & Legends - 'The Streets of New York' Chords
Tempo:
174.05 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
D
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [D#m]
[F#]
[C#]
[G#] [C#]
I was 18 years old when I went [F#] down to Dublin [C#] with a fistful [A#m] of money and a [G#] cartload of dreams.
[C#] Take your time, said [D#m] me father, [A#m] stop rushing [F#] like hell [C#] and remember, [A#m] oh, it's not [G#] what it seems [C#] to be.
[G#] All those fellas would cut [A#m] you for [F#] the coat on [C#] your back [F#] or the watch that [A#m] you got from [G#] your mother.
So [C#] take care, me [D#m] young bucko, [Fm] and mind yourself [F#] well, and [C#] will you give this, oh, [G#] we know, to [C#] me brother.
[G#] At the time, Uncle Benji was [F#] a policeman [C#] in Brooklyn [G#] and me father, the youngest, [F#] looked after the [G#] farm.
When [C#] a phone call [D#m] from America [Fm] said send the [F#] lad over, [C#] the old fella [A#m] said, sure [G#] wouldn't do [C#] any harm.
For [F#] I spent my [G#] life working [C#] this dirty old ground [F#] for a few pints [G#] of porter and [C#] the smell of a pound.
Sure maybe [D#m] there's something [Fm] you'll learn or you'll [F#] see and you [C#] can bring it back [A#m] home, [G#] make it easy [C#] on me.
[F#]
[C#] [G#]
So I landed [D#m] in Kennedy [C#] and a big yellow [F#] taxi [C#] carried me and [A#m] my bags through [F#] the streets and [G#] the rain.
Well [C#] me poor heart was [D#m] thumping around [F#] with excitement [C#] and I hardly even heard [G#] what the driver [C#] was saying.
[G#] We came in the short [A#m]
partway through the [F#] flatlands of [C#] Brooklyn [A#m] to me uncle's apartment [G#] on the East 53rd.
I was feeling so [D#m] happy, [C#] I was humming [F#] that song and [C#] I sang you're [G#] as free as [C#] a book.
[G#] Well to shorten that story, what [F#] I found out [C#] that day was [G#] that Benji got shut down [F#] in an uptown [G#] parade.
[C#] And while I was [D#m] flying my way to New [F#] York, [C#] poor Benji [A#m] was lying [G#] in a cold [C#] city ball.
Well [F#] I phoned up [G#] the uncle, [C#] I told him the news, [F#] I could tell he [G#] could hardly [C#] stand up in his shoes.
And he wept [D#m] as he told me [Fm] go ahead with the [F#] plans, [C#] never [A#m] forget [G#] be a proud [C#] Irish [F#] man.
[C#]
[A] So [D] I went down [Em] to Nellie's [D] beside Portobelo and I started to learn about London [A] the whole.
But the [G] heaviest thing that I [D] carried [G] that year [D] was the bitter sweet [Bm] thoughts of [A] my hometown [D] so dear.
I [A] went home that [Bm] December [G] cause the old fella [D] died, had to borrow [Bm] some money [A] from Phil on the side.
[D] But all the [Em] bright flowers [D] and brass [G] couldn't hide [D] the poor wasted [A] face of [D] my father.
I sold [A] up the old farm [G] yard for what it was [D] worth, [A] and into my box stuck a [G] handful [A] of herbs.
[D] Then I caught me a [Em] train and I boarded a [G] plane and [D] I found [Bm] myself back in the [D] US again.
It's [G] been 22 [A] years [D] since I set foot in Dublin, [G] my kids know [A] to use [D] the correct knife and fork.
But I'll never [Em] forget the [D] green grass and [G] the rivers [D] as I keep blowing [Bm] oil [D] on the streets of New York.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] Na na [Em] na na na [D] na na [G] na na na na [D] na [Bm] na na [G] na na [A]
[D] na na [Em] na na [D] na na na na [G] [D]
[Bm]
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
[F#]
[C#]
[G#] [C#]
I was 18 years old when I went [F#] down to Dublin [C#] with a fistful [A#m] of money and a [G#] cartload of dreams.
[C#] Take your time, said [D#m] me father, [A#m] stop rushing [F#] like hell [C#] and remember, [A#m] oh, it's not [G#] what it seems [C#] to be.
[G#] All those fellas would cut [A#m] you for [F#] the coat on [C#] your back [F#] or the watch that [A#m] you got from [G#] your mother.
So [C#] take care, me [D#m] young bucko, [Fm] and mind yourself [F#] well, and [C#] will you give this, oh, [G#] we know, to [C#] me brother.
[G#] At the time, Uncle Benji was [F#] a policeman [C#] in Brooklyn [G#] and me father, the youngest, [F#] looked after the [G#] farm.
When [C#] a phone call [D#m] from America [Fm] said send the [F#] lad over, [C#] the old fella [A#m] said, sure [G#] wouldn't do [C#] any harm.
For [F#] I spent my [G#] life working [C#] this dirty old ground [F#] for a few pints [G#] of porter and [C#] the smell of a pound.
Sure maybe [D#m] there's something [Fm] you'll learn or you'll [F#] see and you [C#] can bring it back [A#m] home, [G#] make it easy [C#] on me.
[F#]
[C#] [G#]
So I landed [D#m] in Kennedy [C#] and a big yellow [F#] taxi [C#] carried me and [A#m] my bags through [F#] the streets and [G#] the rain.
Well [C#] me poor heart was [D#m] thumping around [F#] with excitement [C#] and I hardly even heard [G#] what the driver [C#] was saying.
[G#] We came in the short [A#m]
partway through the [F#] flatlands of [C#] Brooklyn [A#m] to me uncle's apartment [G#] on the East 53rd.
I was feeling so [D#m] happy, [C#] I was humming [F#] that song and [C#] I sang you're [G#] as free as [C#] a book.
[G#] Well to shorten that story, what [F#] I found out [C#] that day was [G#] that Benji got shut down [F#] in an uptown [G#] parade.
[C#] And while I was [D#m] flying my way to New [F#] York, [C#] poor Benji [A#m] was lying [G#] in a cold [C#] city ball.
Well [F#] I phoned up [G#] the uncle, [C#] I told him the news, [F#] I could tell he [G#] could hardly [C#] stand up in his shoes.
And he wept [D#m] as he told me [Fm] go ahead with the [F#] plans, [C#] never [A#m] forget [G#] be a proud [C#] Irish [F#] man.
[C#]
[A] So [D] I went down [Em] to Nellie's [D] beside Portobelo and I started to learn about London [A] the whole.
But the [G] heaviest thing that I [D] carried [G] that year [D] was the bitter sweet [Bm] thoughts of [A] my hometown [D] so dear.
I [A] went home that [Bm] December [G] cause the old fella [D] died, had to borrow [Bm] some money [A] from Phil on the side.
[D] But all the [Em] bright flowers [D] and brass [G] couldn't hide [D] the poor wasted [A] face of [D] my father.
I sold [A] up the old farm [G] yard for what it was [D] worth, [A] and into my box stuck a [G] handful [A] of herbs.
[D] Then I caught me a [Em] train and I boarded a [G] plane and [D] I found [Bm] myself back in the [D] US again.
It's [G] been 22 [A] years [D] since I set foot in Dublin, [G] my kids know [A] to use [D] the correct knife and fork.
But I'll never [Em] forget the [D] green grass and [G] the rivers [D] as I keep blowing [Bm] oil [D] on the streets of New York.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] Na na [Em] na na na [D] na na [G] na na na na [D] na [Bm] na na [G] na na [A]
[D] na na [Em] na na [D] na na na na [G] [D]
[Bm]
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Key:
C#
G#
D
F#
G
C#
G#
D
[C#] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ I was 18 years old when I went [F#] down to Dublin [C#] with a fistful [A#m] of money and a [G#] cartload of _ dreams. _
[C#] Take your time, said [D#m] me father, [A#m] stop rushing [F#] like hell [C#] and remember, [A#m] oh, it's not [G#] what it seems [C#] to _ be.
_ [G#] All those fellas would cut [A#m] you for [F#] the coat on [C#] your back [F#] or the watch that [A#m] you got from [G#] your mother.
_ _ So [C#] take care, me [D#m] young bucko, [Fm] and mind yourself [F#] well, and [C#] will you give this, oh, [G#] we know, to [C#] me brother.
_ _ _ [G#] At the time, Uncle Benji was [F#] a policeman [C#] in Brooklyn [G#] and me father, the youngest, [F#] looked after the [G#] farm. _ _
When [C#] a phone call [D#m] from America [Fm] said send the [F#] lad over, [C#] the old fella [A#m] said, sure [G#] wouldn't do [C#] any harm.
_ _ For [F#] I spent my [G#] life working [C#] this dirty old ground [F#] for a few pints [G#] of porter and [C#] the smell of a pound.
Sure maybe [D#m] there's something [Fm] you'll learn or you'll [F#] see and you [C#] can bring it back [A#m] home, [G#] make it easy [C#] on me.
[F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [G#] _
So I landed [D#m] in Kennedy [C#] and a big yellow [F#] taxi [C#] carried me and [A#m] my bags through [F#] the streets and [G#] the rain.
_ _ Well [C#] me poor heart was [D#m] thumping around [F#] with excitement [C#] and I hardly even heard [G#] what the driver [C#] was saying. _ _
[G#] We came in the short [A#m] _
partway through the [F#] flatlands of [C#] Brooklyn [A#m] to me uncle's apartment [G#] on the East _ 53rd.
I was feeling so [D#m] happy, [C#] I was humming [F#] that song and [C#] I sang you're [G#] as free as [C#] a book. _ _ _
[G#] Well to shorten that story, what [F#] I found out [C#] that day was [G#] that Benji got shut down [F#] in an uptown [G#] parade. _
_ _ _ [C#] And while I was [D#m] flying my way to New [F#] York, [C#] poor Benji [A#m] was lying [G#] in a cold [C#] city ball. _
Well [F#] I phoned up [G#] the uncle, [C#] I told him the news, [F#] I could tell he [G#] could hardly [C#] stand up in his shoes.
And he wept [D#m] as he told me [Fm] go ahead with the [F#] plans, _ [C#] never _ [A#m] forget [G#] be a proud [C#] Irish _ [F#] man.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [A] _ So [D] I went down [Em] to Nellie's [D] beside _ Portobelo and I started to learn about London [A] the whole. _ _ _
But the [G] heaviest thing that I [D] carried [G] that year [D] was the bitter sweet [Bm] thoughts of [A] my hometown [D] so dear.
_ I [A] went home that [Bm] December [G] cause the old fella [D] died, had to borrow [Bm] some money [A] from Phil on the side.
[D] But all the [Em] bright flowers [D] and brass [G] couldn't hide [D] the poor wasted [A] face of [D] my father.
_ _ I sold [A] up the old farm [G] yard for what it was [D] worth, [A] and into my box stuck a [G] handful [A] of _ herbs. _
[D] Then I caught me a [Em] train and I boarded a [G] plane and [D] I found [Bm] myself back in the [D] US _ again.
_ _ It's [G] been 22 [A] years [D] since I set foot in Dublin, [G] my kids know [A] to use [D] the correct knife and fork.
But I'll never _ [Em] forget the [D] green grass and [G] the rivers [D] as I keep blowing [Bm] oil [D] on the streets of New York.
[G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] Na na [Em] na na na [D] na na [G] na na na na [D] na _ [Bm] na na [G] na na _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] na na [Em] na na [D] na na na na [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ I was 18 years old when I went [F#] down to Dublin [C#] with a fistful [A#m] of money and a [G#] cartload of _ dreams. _
[C#] Take your time, said [D#m] me father, [A#m] stop rushing [F#] like hell [C#] and remember, [A#m] oh, it's not [G#] what it seems [C#] to _ be.
_ [G#] All those fellas would cut [A#m] you for [F#] the coat on [C#] your back [F#] or the watch that [A#m] you got from [G#] your mother.
_ _ So [C#] take care, me [D#m] young bucko, [Fm] and mind yourself [F#] well, and [C#] will you give this, oh, [G#] we know, to [C#] me brother.
_ _ _ [G#] At the time, Uncle Benji was [F#] a policeman [C#] in Brooklyn [G#] and me father, the youngest, [F#] looked after the [G#] farm. _ _
When [C#] a phone call [D#m] from America [Fm] said send the [F#] lad over, [C#] the old fella [A#m] said, sure [G#] wouldn't do [C#] any harm.
_ _ For [F#] I spent my [G#] life working [C#] this dirty old ground [F#] for a few pints [G#] of porter and [C#] the smell of a pound.
Sure maybe [D#m] there's something [Fm] you'll learn or you'll [F#] see and you [C#] can bring it back [A#m] home, [G#] make it easy [C#] on me.
[F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [G#] _
So I landed [D#m] in Kennedy [C#] and a big yellow [F#] taxi [C#] carried me and [A#m] my bags through [F#] the streets and [G#] the rain.
_ _ Well [C#] me poor heart was [D#m] thumping around [F#] with excitement [C#] and I hardly even heard [G#] what the driver [C#] was saying. _ _
[G#] We came in the short [A#m] _
partway through the [F#] flatlands of [C#] Brooklyn [A#m] to me uncle's apartment [G#] on the East _ 53rd.
I was feeling so [D#m] happy, [C#] I was humming [F#] that song and [C#] I sang you're [G#] as free as [C#] a book. _ _ _
[G#] Well to shorten that story, what [F#] I found out [C#] that day was [G#] that Benji got shut down [F#] in an uptown [G#] parade. _
_ _ _ [C#] And while I was [D#m] flying my way to New [F#] York, [C#] poor Benji [A#m] was lying [G#] in a cold [C#] city ball. _
Well [F#] I phoned up [G#] the uncle, [C#] I told him the news, [F#] I could tell he [G#] could hardly [C#] stand up in his shoes.
And he wept [D#m] as he told me [Fm] go ahead with the [F#] plans, _ [C#] never _ [A#m] forget [G#] be a proud [C#] Irish _ [F#] man.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [A] _ So [D] I went down [Em] to Nellie's [D] beside _ Portobelo and I started to learn about London [A] the whole. _ _ _
But the [G] heaviest thing that I [D] carried [G] that year [D] was the bitter sweet [Bm] thoughts of [A] my hometown [D] so dear.
_ I [A] went home that [Bm] December [G] cause the old fella [D] died, had to borrow [Bm] some money [A] from Phil on the side.
[D] But all the [Em] bright flowers [D] and brass [G] couldn't hide [D] the poor wasted [A] face of [D] my father.
_ _ I sold [A] up the old farm [G] yard for what it was [D] worth, [A] and into my box stuck a [G] handful [A] of _ herbs. _
[D] Then I caught me a [Em] train and I boarded a [G] plane and [D] I found [Bm] myself back in the [D] US _ again.
_ _ It's [G] been 22 [A] years [D] since I set foot in Dublin, [G] my kids know [A] to use [D] the correct knife and fork.
But I'll never _ [Em] forget the [D] green grass and [G] the rivers [D] as I keep blowing [Bm] oil [D] on the streets of New York.
[G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] Na na [Em] na na na [D] na na [G] na na na na [D] na _ [Bm] na na [G] na na _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] na na [Em] na na [D] na na na na [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na _ _ _ _
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