Streets Of New York Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Bb][Cm][Dm][Eb]
[Bb][F][Eb][Bb]

[Verse 1]
I was [Bb]eighteen years [Cm]old
When I [Dm]went down to [Eb]Dublin
With a [Bb]fistfull of [Gm]money
And a [Eb]cartload of [F]dreams[F]
Take your [Bb]time
Said me [Cm]father
Stop [Dm]rushing like [Eb]hell
And re[Bb]member all is [Gm]not
What it [F]seems to [Bb]be
For there's [F]fellas would [Gm]cut ye
For the [Eb]coat on yer [Bb]back
Or the [Eb]watch that ye [Gm]got
From yer [F]mother
So [Bb]take care me young [Cm]buck-o
And [Dm]mind yourself [Eb]well
And will ye [Bb]give this wee [F]note
To me [Bb]brother

[Verse 2]
At the [F]time Uncle Benjy
Was a [Eb]policeman in [Bb]Brooklyn
And me [F]father the youngest
Looked [Eb]after the [F]farm
When a [Bb]phonecall from A[Cm]merica
Said [Dm]'Send the lad [Eb]over'
And the [Bb]old fella [Gm]said
'Sure it wouldn't [F]do any [Bb]harm'
For I [Eb]spent me life [F]working
This [Bb]dirty old ground
For a [Eb]few pints of p[F]orter
And the [Bb]the smell of a pound
And sure [Bb]maybe there's [Cm]something
You [Dm]learn loyal[Eb]ty
And you can [Bb]bring it back [Gm]home
Make it [F]easy on [Bb]me[Eb][Bb][F]

[Verse 3]
So I [Bb]landed at [Cm]Kennedy
And a [Dm]big yellow t[Eb]axi
Carried [Bb]me and me ba[Gm]gs
Through the [Eb]streets and the [F]rain[F]
Well me [Bb]poor heart was [Cm]thumpin'
A[Dm]round with ex[Eb]citement
And I [Bb]hardly even [Gm]heard
What the [F]driver was [Bb]saying
We came [F]in the Shore [Gm]Parkway
To the [Eb]Flatlands in [Bb]Brooklyn
To my [Eb]Uncles a[Gm]partment
On [F]East [F]53rd
I was [Bb]fellin' so [Cm]happy
I was [Dm]hummin' a [Eb]song
And I [Bb]sang you're as [F]free as a [Bb]bird'

[Verse 4]
Well to [F]shorten the story
What I [Eb]found out that [Bb]day
Was that [F]Benjy got shot down
In an [Eb]uptown for[Bb]ay
And while I was [Cm]flyin'
My [Dm]way to New [Eb]York
Poor [Bb]Benjy was [Gm]lying
In a [F]cold city [Bb]morgue
Well I [Eb]phoned up the [F]old fella
[Bb]Told him the news
I could [Eb]tell he could [F]hardly
Stand [Bb]up in his shoes
And he [Bb]wept as he [Cm]told me
'Go a[Dm]head with the [Eb]plan'
And [Bb]not to for[Gm]get
Be a [F]proud Irirsh[Bb]man[Eb][Bb][G]

[Verse 5]
So I [C]went up to [Dm]Nellies
[Em]Beside Fordham [F]Road
And I [C]started to [Am]learn
About [F]lifting the [G]load
But the [C]heaviest [Dm]thing
That I [Em]carried that [F]year
Was the [C]bittersweet [Am]thoughts
Of my [G]hometown so [C]dear
I went [G]home that De[Am]cem ber
'Cause the [F]old fella [C]died
Had to [F]borrow the [Am]money
From a [G]fellow on the side
And [C]all the bright [Dm]flowers
And [Em]brass couldn't [F]hide
The [C]poor wasted [G]face of me [C]father

[Verse 6]
I sold [G]up the old farmyard
For [F]what it was [C]worth
And [G]into me bag
Stuck a [F]handful of [G]earth
Then I [C]boarded a [Dm]train
And I [Em]caught me a [F]plane
And I [C]found myself [Am]back In the [G]US a[C]gain
Its been [F]twenty two [G]years
Since I [C]set foot in Dublin
Me [F]kids know to [G]use
The [C]correct knife and fork
But I'll [C]never for[Dm]get
The green [Em]grass and the [F]rivers
As I [C]keep law and [Am]order
On the [G]streets of New [C]York[F][C][G]

[Outro 1]
Na na [C]na,
na na [Dm]na,
Na na [Em]na na na,
[F]na na na
[C]Na na-na,
[Am]na na na,
[F]na na-na [G]na
Na na [C]na,
na na [Dm]na,
na na [Em]na na na,
[F]na na na
[C]Na na-na,
[Am]na na na,
[G]na na-na [C]na