Al Stewart – In Brooklyn (Guitar)

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'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,'

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She said as she stood on my instep,

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'I could show you New York with a walk between

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Fourth Street and Nine.'

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Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas

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She sat down to play on a doorstep saying

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'Come back to my place I will show you the stars

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and the signs'.

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So I followed her into the black lands

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Where the window frames peel and flake

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And the old Jewish face behind the lace

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Even now trying to get to see what's cooking

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Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid

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thinking there's no-one look  i   ng.

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And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees

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in Brooklyn.

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Her house was a dusty collection of rusty

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Confusion with landings and tunnels

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And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and

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things

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Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan

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Mohicans

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And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers

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Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the

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wings

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While outside in the black lands

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The violent day runs wild

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And the black and white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys

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While the cops go booking

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And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and

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there's no-one look  i    ng

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And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my

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knees in Brooklyn.

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And oh, I'm back in the city again.

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You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand

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in the rain....

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She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies

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For coffee that tasted of hot dogs

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I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and

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just grand'

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Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed us with

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Records and adverts for cat food

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And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the

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palm of my hand

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And outside in the black lands

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The evening came and went

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And the bums in the street begging money for one

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Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get

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a foot in

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And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a

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mattress with the new moon look  i    ng.

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And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my

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knees in Brooklyn.....