Chords for The Streets of New York

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I was eighteen [Cm] years old when [Bb] I went [Eb] down to Dublin [Gm] with a fistful of money [Eb] and a cartload [F] of dreams
_ [Bb] Take your time, said [Cm] me father, [Bb] stop rushing [Eb] like hell [Bb] and remember [Gm] all is not what [F] it seems [Bb] to be
For [F] those fellas [Gm] would clutch you [Eb] for the coat on [Bb] your back [Eb] or the watch that [Gm] you got from [F] your mother
So [Bb] take care, me [Cm] young bucko, [Bb] and wind [Eb] yourself well and [Bb] will you give this [F] sweet note to [Bb] me brother
_ [F] At the time Uncle Benji [Eb] was a policeman [Bb] in Brooklyn [F] and me father, the youngest, [Eb] looked after [F] the farm
[Bb] When a phone call [Cm] from America [D] said send the [Eb] lad over [Bb] and the old fella [Gm] said sure [F] it wouldn't do [Bb] any harm _ _
[Eb] For I've spent my [F] life working [Bb] this dirty old ground [Eb] for a few pints [F] of porter [Bb] and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe [Cm] there's something [Bb] you learn or you [Eb] see and you [Bb] can bring it back home, [F] make it easy [Bb] on me
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ [Bb] So I landed [Cm] at Kennedy [Bb] and a big yellow [Eb] taxi [Gm] carried me and me bags through [Eb] the streets and [F] the road _
Well [Bb] me poor heart [Cm] was thumping [Bb] around with [Eb] excitement and [Bb] I hardly [Gm] even heard what [F] the driver was [Bb]
saying
We [F] came in the Shore [Gm] Parkway [Eb] to the flatlands [Bb] in Brooklyn to [Eb] my uncle's [Gm] apartment [F] on East _ 53rd
I [Bb] was feeling [Cm] so happy, I [Bb] was humming a [Eb] song and [Bb] I sang you're [F] as free [Bb] as a bird
[F] Well to shorten [Am] the story, [Eb] what I found out [Bb] that day [F] was that Benji got shot down [Eb] in an uptown [Bb] foray
_ And while I [Cm] was flying [Bb] my way to [Eb] New York, [Bb] poor old Benji [Gm] was lying [F] in a cold [Bb] city morgue
_ [Eb] Well I phoned [F] up the old [Bb] fella, told him the news, [Eb] I could tell he [F] could hardly [Bb] stand up in his shoes
And he wept [Cm] as he told me [Bb] go ahead with [Eb] the plan [Bb] and not to [Gm] forget [F] be a proud [Bb] Irishman
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_ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ [C] So I went [Dm] up to [C] Nellies beside [F] Fordham Road [C] and I started [Am] to learn [F] about lifts [G] and the lows
[C] But the [Dm] heaviest thing that [C] I carried [F] that year [C] was the [Am] bittersweet thoughts of [G] my hometown [C] so dear
I [G] went home that [Am] December [F] cause the old fella [C]
died, [F] had to borrow [Am] the money [G] from a fill on the side
[C] And all the [Dm] bright flowers [C] and barras [F] couldn't hide [C] the poor wasted [G] face of [C] me father _
I [G] sold up the old farm yard [F] for what it [C] was worth [G] and into my bag stuck [F] a handful of earth
Then [C] I boarded [Dm] a train and [C] I caught me [F] a plane and [Am] I found myself back in [G] the US [C] again
_ It's [F] been 22 [G] years since [C] I've set foot in Dublin, [F] me kids know to [G] use the [C] correct knife and fork
_ _ But I'll never forget [Em] the green grass and [F] the rivers [C] as I keep law [Am] and order in the streets [C] of New [F]
York
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