Streets Of New York Chords by The Wolfe Tones

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I _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ was 18 [Cm] years old when [Gm] I went down to [Eb] Dublin [Gm] with a fistful of money [Eb] and a cartload [F] of _ _ dreams.
Take [Bb] your time, said [Cm] me father, [Bb] stop rushing [Eb] like hell [Bb] and remember [Gm] all is not what [Fm] it seems to [Bb] _ _ be.
For [F] those fellas [Bb] would cut you for [Eb] 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 yourself [Eb]
well and [Bb] will you give this [F] sweet note to [Bb] me brother.
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_ [F] At the time Uncle [Dm] Benji [Eb] was a policeman [Bb] in Brooklyn [F] and me father, the youngest, [Eb] looked after [Bb] the _ [F] _ farm.
[Gm] When a phone call from [Eb] America [Bb] said send the [Eb] lad over [Gm] and the old fella said sure it [F] wouldn't do any [Bb] _ harm. _
For [Eb] 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.
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_ _ [F] _ _ [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 pumping [Bb] around with [Eb] excitement and [Gm] I hardly even heard what [F] the driver was [Bb] _
saying.
_ We [F] came in the Shore [Gm] Parkway to [Eb] the flatlands [Gm] in Brooklyn to my uncle's apartment [F] on East _ 53rd.
I [Bb] was feeling [Cm] so happy I [Bb] was humming a [Eb] song and [Gm] I sang you're [F] as free [Bb] as a _ _ bird.
[F] Well to shorten the story [Eb] what I found out [Bb] that day [F] was that Benji got shot [Dm] down [Eb] in an uptown [Bb] _ foray. _
_ And while I [Cm] was flying [Bb] my way to [Eb] New York [Gm] poor old Benji was lying [F] in a coal [Bb] city _ _ morgue.
[Eb] Well I phoned [F] up the old [Bb] fella told him the news I [Eb] 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 [Gm] not to forget [F] be a proud _ [Bb] Irishman.
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_ [C] So I went [Dm] up to [C] Nellies beside [F] Fordham Road [Am] and I started to learn [F] about lifting [C] the [G] _ _ loads.
[C] But the _ [Dm] heaviest thing [C] that 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 and the site.
[C] And all the [Dm] bright flowers [C] and bras [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 and [G] into my bag stuck [Dm] a handful [G] 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 [Dm] forget [C] the green grass [F] and the rivers [C] as I keep [Am] law and order in [G] the streets [C] of New York.
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