The Streets Of New York chords by Bagatelle, Liam Reilly
Verse 1
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I was
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eighteen years old
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when I went down to Dublin
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With a fistful of money
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and a cartload of dreams
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Take your time, said my father,
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stop brushing like hell
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And remember all is not
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what it seems to be
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Cause those fellas would cut you
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for the cord on your back
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Or the watch that you got from your mother
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So take care, my young bucko,
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and mind yourself well
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And will you give this,
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we know, to my brother
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At the time
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Uncle Benji was a policeman in Brooklyn
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And my father, the youngest,
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looked after the farm
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Then a phone call from America said,
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send the lad over
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And the old fella said,
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sure it wouldn't do any harm
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For I've spent my life
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working this dirty old ground
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For a few pints of porter
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and the smell of a pound
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So maybe there's something
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up there you'll see
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And you can bring it back home,
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make it easy on me
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So I landed at Kennedy,
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a big yellow taxi
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Carried me and my bags
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through the streets and the rain
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And my poor heart was thumping around
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with excitement
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And I hardly even heard
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what the driver was saying
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We came in the short pathway
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to the slatlands in Brooklyn
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To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd
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I was feelin' so happy,
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I was singin' a song
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And I sang Eurystheia's a -burnin'
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Well, to shorten the story,
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what I found out that day
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Benji got shot down in an uptown foray
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And when I was flying away to New York
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Poor Benjy was lying
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in a cold city morgue
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So I phoned up the old fella,
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told him the news
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I could tell he got ugly style up in his shoes
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And he went as he told me,
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go ahead with the plan
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And not to forget,
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what was I put to plan
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So I went up to Nelly's beside Fountain Row
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And I started to learn
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about lifting the load
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But the heaviest thing that
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I carried that year
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Were the bittersweet thoughts
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of my hometown so dear
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I went home that December
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cause the old fella died
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Had to borrow the money
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from Phil on the South
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And all the bright flowers
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and grass couldn't hide
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The poor wasted face of my father
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So I saw the oil from your fur,
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well it was worse
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And into my bags took a
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handful of herbs
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And I got me a train,
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and I boarded a plane
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And I found myself back
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in the US again
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It's been 22 years since
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I set foot in Dublin
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And my kids know to use the cor
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rect knife and fork
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But I'll never forget
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the green grass and the rivers
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As I keep law and order
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in the streets of New York
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The Streets Of New York
Bagatelle, Liam Reilly
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