The Streets Of New York lyrics

The Streets Of New York lyrics

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Send "The Streets Of New York" Ringtone to your Cell I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams `Take your time`, said me father `stop rushing like hell And remember all is not what it seems to be For there`s fellows would cut you for the coat on your back Or the watch that you got from your mother So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well And will you give this wee note to me brother` At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn And me father the youngest looked after the farm When a phone call from America said `Send the lad over` And the ould fella said sure it wouldn`t do any harm For I spoent my life working this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound And sure maybe there`s something you`ll learn or you`ll see And you can bring it back home, make it easy on me So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain Well my poor heart was pumping around with excitement And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn To my uncle`s apartment on East 53rd I was feeling so happy I was humming a song And I sang you`re as `Free as a bird` Well to shorten the story what I found out that day Was that Benjy got shot in a downtown foray And while I was flyng my way to New York Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue Well I phoned up the ould fella, told him the news I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes And he wept as he told me, go ahead with the plan And not to forget to be a proud Irishman So I went up to Nelly`s beside Fordham Road And I started to learn about lifting the load But the healthiest thing that I carried that year Was the bitter sweet thoughts of my home town so dear I went home that December `cause the old fella died Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side And all the bright flowers and grass couldn`t hide The poor wasted face of my father I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth And into my bag stuck a handful of earth Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane And I found myself back in the U.S. again It`s been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin The kids know to use the correct knife and fork But I`ll never forget the green grass and the rivers As I keep law and order in the streets of New York Send " The Streets Of New York" Ringtone to your Cell The Streets Of New York lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | The Streets Of New York lyrics @ ELyrics | The Streets Of New York lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | The Streets Of New York lyrics @ Songlyrics | The Streets Of New York lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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