The Kingston Trio – New York Girls (Guitar)

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

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?

   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?

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?

     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?

    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?