New York Girls(Chords)

	        

ocultar tablatura
INTRO 
   D  A  Em Em A  Em D 
e|-2--5--3--7--5--3--2-| 
B|-3--5--5--8--5--5--3-| 
G|-2--6--4--9--6--4--2-| 
D|---------------------| 
A|---------------------| 
E|---------------------| 

D   Em 
A7  D  

D       Em      A7      D   \ 
Aah aah aah aah aah aah aah / 2x 

verse 1 
D                Em            A              D 
Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song 
   D                    Em           A                   D 
Of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong. 


      D        Em     A7      D 
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie 
D       Em              A7                  D 
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 


verse 2 

   D                Em                A               D 
As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet 
    D                    Em                A                 D 
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street 
     D              Em            A              D 
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat 
        D               Em         A                 D 
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat 


      D        Em     A7      D 
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie 
D       Em              A7                  D 
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 


verse 3 
D             Em           A              D 
Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks 
    D             Em              A              D 
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep 

 
      D        Em     A7      D 
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie 
D       Em              A7                  D 
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 


verse 4 
     D            Em        A             D 
When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head 
   D                 Em                 A               D 
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled 
    D                  Em          A               D 
Now lookin' round this little room nothing could I see 
      D                 Em           A                  D 
But a woman's shoes and apron, which now belonged to me 


      D        Em     A7      D 
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie 
D       Em              A7                  D 
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? 


VERSE 5 

    D                     Em       A                D 
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn 
      D                Em                A                  D 
'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn 



      D        Em     A7      D 
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie 
D       Em              A7                  D 
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

	        

Written by Burl Ives