Streets of New York Lyrics

Song	Streets of New York
Artist	Ryan McMullan
Album	Live EP
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	作词 : Ryan McMullan
	作曲 : Ryan McMullan
	I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
	With a fistfull 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 fellas who'd cut ye
	For the coat on yer back
	Or the watch that ye got
	From yer mother
	So take care me young buck-o
	And mind yourself well
	And will ye give this wee note
	To my brother"
	{Verse 2}
	At the time Uncle Benjy
	Was a policeman in Brooklyn
	And my father the youngest
	Looked after the farm
	When a phone call from America
	Said 'Send the lad over'
	Well the old fella said
	'It wouldn't do any harm'
	For I spent me 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
	If you can bring it back home
	Make it easy on me
	{Verse 3}
	So I landed at Kennedy
	And a big yellow taxi
	Carried me and me bags
	Through the streets and the rain
	Well my poor heart was thumpin'
	Around with excitement
	And I hardly even heard
	What the driver was saying
	We pulled in the Shore Parkway
	To the Flatlands of Brooklyn
	To my Uncles apartment
	On East 53rd
	I was feeling so happy
	I was humming a song
	And I sang
	You're as free as a bird'
	{Verse 4}
	Well to shorten the story
	What I found out that day
	Was that Benjy got shot down
	In an uptown foray
	And while I was flying
	My way to New York
	Poor old Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
	Well I phoned up the old fella and I 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 you're not to forget to be a proud Irishman"
	{Verse 5}
	So I went up to Nellies
	Beside Fordham Road
	And I started to learn
	About lifting the load
	But the heaviest thing
	I carried that year
	Was the bittersweet thoughts
	Of my hometown so dear
	{Verse 6}
	I went home that December
	'Cause the old fella died
	Had to borrow some money
	Of Phil on the side
	Oh and all the bright flowers
	And brass couldn't hide
	The poor wasted face
	Of my father
	{Verse 7}
	We sold up the old farmyard
	For what it was worth
	And into me bag
	Stuck a handful of earth
	And I boarded a train
	And I caught me a plane
	And I found myself back
	In the US again
	{Verse 8: Sung by crowd}
	It's been twenty two years
	Since I set foot in Dublin
	My kids know to use
	The correct knife and fork
	But I never will forget
	The green grass and the rivers
	As I keep law and order
	On the streets of New York

	zuo ci : Ryan McMullan
	zuo qu : Ryan McMullan
	I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
	With a fistfull 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 fellas who' d cut ye
	For the coat on yer back
	Or the watch that ye got
	From yer mother
	So take care me young bucko
	And mind yourself well
	And will ye give this wee note
	To my brother"
	Verse 2
	At the time Uncle Benjy
	Was a policeman in Brooklyn
	And my father the youngest
	Looked after the farm
	When a phone call from America
	Said ' Send the lad over'
	Well the old fella said
	' It wouldn' t do any harm'
	For I spent me 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
	If you can bring it back home
	Make it easy on me
	Verse 3
	So I landed at Kennedy
	And a big yellow taxi
	Carried me and me bags
	Through the streets and the rain
	Well my poor heart was thumpin'
	Around with excitement
	And I hardly even heard
	What the driver was saying
	We pulled in the Shore Parkway
	To the Flatlands of Brooklyn
	To my Uncles apartment
	On East 53rd
	I was feeling so happy
	I was humming a song
	And I sang
	You' re as free as a bird'
	Verse 4
	Well to shorten the story
	What I found out that day
	Was that Benjy got shot down
	In an uptown foray
	And while I was flying
	My way to New York
	Poor old Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
	Well I phoned up the old fella and I 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 you' re not to forget to be a proud Irishman"
	Verse 5
	So I went up to Nellies
	Beside Fordham Road
	And I started to learn
	About lifting the load
	But the heaviest thing
	I carried that year
	Was the bittersweet thoughts
	Of my hometown so dear
	Verse 6
	I went home that December
	' Cause the old fella died
	Had to borrow some money
	Of Phil on the side
	Oh and all the bright flowers
	And brass couldn' t hide
	The poor wasted face
	Of my father
	Verse 7
	We sold up the old farmyard
	For what it was worth
	And into me bag
	Stuck a handful of earth
	And I boarded a train
	And I caught me a plane
	And I found myself back
	In the US again
	Verse 8: Sung by crowd
	It' s been twenty two years
	Since I set foot in Dublin
	My kids know to use
	The correct knife and fork
	But I never will forget
	The green grass and the rivers
	As I keep law and order
	On the streets of New York

	zuò cí : Ryan McMullan
	zuò qǔ : Ryan McMullan
	I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
	With a fistfull 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 fellas who' d cut ye
	For the coat on yer back
	Or the watch that ye got
	From yer mother
	So take care me young bucko
	And mind yourself well
	And will ye give this wee note
	To my brother"
	Verse 2
	At the time Uncle Benjy
	Was a policeman in Brooklyn
	And my father the youngest
	Looked after the farm
	When a phone call from America
	Said ' Send the lad over'
	Well the old fella said
	' It wouldn' t do any harm'
	For I spent me 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
	If you can bring it back home
	Make it easy on me
	Verse 3
	So I landed at Kennedy
	And a big yellow taxi
	Carried me and me bags
	Through the streets and the rain
	Well my poor heart was thumpin'
	Around with excitement
	And I hardly even heard
	What the driver was saying
	We pulled in the Shore Parkway
	To the Flatlands of Brooklyn
	To my Uncles apartment
	On East 53rd
	I was feeling so happy
	I was humming a song
	And I sang
	You' re as free as a bird'
	Verse 4
	Well to shorten the story
	What I found out that day
	Was that Benjy got shot down
	In an uptown foray
	And while I was flying
	My way to New York
	Poor old Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
	Well I phoned up the old fella and I 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 you' re not to forget to be a proud Irishman"
	Verse 5
	So I went up to Nellies
	Beside Fordham Road
	And I started to learn
	About lifting the load
	But the heaviest thing
	I carried that year
	Was the bittersweet thoughts
	Of my hometown so dear
	Verse 6
	I went home that December
	' Cause the old fella died
	Had to borrow some money
	Of Phil on the side
	Oh and all the bright flowers
	And brass couldn' t hide
	The poor wasted face
	Of my father
	Verse 7
	We sold up the old farmyard
	For what it was worth
	And into me bag
	Stuck a handful of earth
	And I boarded a train
	And I caught me a plane
	And I found myself back
	In the US again
	Verse 8: Sung by crowd
	It' s been twenty two years
	Since I set foot in Dublin
	My kids know to use
	The correct knife and fork
	But I never will forget
	The green grass and the rivers
	As I keep law and order
	On the streets of New York

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