In Brooklyn Al Stewart
Verse:1
'Oh I [D]come from Pittsburgh [F#m]to study astrology,[Bm]'[D]
She said[G] as she stood on my[A7] instep,[D]
'I could show [F#m]you New York with a w[Bm]alk between[F#m]
[Bm]Fourth Street and Nine.'[A7]
Then out o[D]f her coat takin[F#m]g seven harmoni[Bm]cas[D]
She sat [G]down to play on a d[A7]oorstep saying[D]
[F#m]'Come back to my plac[Bm]e I will show you the [F#m]stars[Bm]
and the signs'[A].[Em] [A7]
Pre chorus:1
So I fol[Bm]lowed her into the black lands[D]
Where the window f[Bm]rames peel and flake[D]
And the old Jew[G]ish face behind the lace
Even now trying to[G] get to see what's cooking[A7]
Just John the Baptist in[G] the park getting laid
thinking there's no-one look[A7] i ng.[D] [A7] [D]
Chorus:1
And its eighty[G] degrees and[A7] I'm down on my knees[G] [A7]
in Br[D]ooklyn.[Bm] [D] [Bm]
Verse 2:
Her hou[D]se was a dusty collec[F#m]tion of ru[Bm]sty[D]
Confusi[G]on with landings an[A7]d tunnels[D]
And lean[F#m]ing bookcases and [Bm]spaces and fac[F#m]es and[Bm]
[A7]things
Where twenty[D]-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan[F#m] [Bm]
Mohica[D]ns
And Jewis[G]h-Italian Pa[A7]wnbroker[D]s
[F#m]Lead their the[Bm]atrical live[F#m]s in their rooms i[Bm]n the
[A]wings[Em] [A7]
Pre chorus:2
While outsi[Bm]de in the black land[D]s
The viol[Bm]ent day runs wild[D]
And the black a[G]nd white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys
While the cops go[G] booking[A7]
And ruth[G]less toothless agents sneak around and
there's no-on[A7]e look i [D] ng[A7] [D]
Chorus 1:
And it's eight[G]y degrees a[A7]nd I'm down on my[G]
[A7]knees in Broo[D]klyn.[Bm]
Bridge:
And oh, [Bm6]I'm bac[G]k in the city again.[Dmaj7] [Bm]
You can tell by[Bm6] the smell of the hamburger stand[G]
in the rain[F#7sus4]....[A7]
Verse: 3
She spok[D]e of astrology[F#m] while muttering apolo[Bm]gies[D]
For cof[G]fee that tasted of[A7] hot dogs[D]
I said 'Tha[F#m]t's OK,[Bm] mine was cold anywa[F#m]y, an[Bm]d
just gra[A7]nd'
Then she lay on t[D]he bed while the[F#m] radio fed us with[Bm] [D]
[G]Records and adverts f[A7]or cat food[D]
And I look[F#m]ed at her, holding [Bm]my thoughts in th[F#m]e
[Bm]palm of my hand[A] [Em] [A7]
Pre chorus:3
And outs[Bm]ide in the black land[D]s
The even[Bm]ing came and went[D]
And the bums in[G] the street begging money for one
last drink
Are hanging round the [G]liquor stores trying to get
a fo[A7]ot in
And the girl fr[G]om Pittsburgh and I made love on a
[G]mattress with the new moon look[A7] i ng.[D] [A7] [D]
Chorus:2
And in the cool eve[G]ning breeze I was dow[A7]n on my[G]
[A7]knees in Broo[D]klyn.....[Bm] [G] [D]
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