Key: G major•
Verse 1
D
G
I got tired of New York City,
of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse
and I rode him down the street
and a great humiliation
So I finally said I'd let the story out
Verse 2
G
You can't ride a big white horse into the front
of Gatsby's door
You can't call out, "Hi,
ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me
bent down on my knees
And I cried, "Oh, ouch,
help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Verse 3
around ol' Times Square
And my cowboy boots and hat,
I left them somewhere way back there
and turned and bucked
Verse 4
into the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, "Hi, ho,
Interlude 1
G
C
G
C
G
D
G
Verse 5
there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with
escargot in his hair
And there's a big,
C
G
white horse rug lying by the door
Verse 6
the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, "Hi,
G
D
down on my knees
G
D
And I cried, "Oh, ouch,
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsD G C
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