Brooklyn Roads

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If I close my eyes I can almost hear my mother
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Calling “Neil, go find your brother,
D                     G               D
Daddy’s home and it’s time for supper hurry on!”
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And I see two boys racin’ up two flights of staircase
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Squirmin’ into Papa’s embrace
D                G
And his whiskers warm on their face.
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Where’s it gone? Oh, where it’s gone?

D7                   Gm       C                 F
Two floors above the butcher, first door on the right.
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Life filled to the brim as I stood by my window
                  C              D
And looked out on those Brooklyn roads.

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I can still recall smells of cockin’ in the hallways
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Rubbers dryin’ in the doorways
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And report cards I was always afraid to show.
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Mama’d come to school as I’d sit there softly cryin’
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Teacher’d say: He’s just not tryin’!
D                   G
Got a good head, if he’d apply it.
        D                         A
But you know yourself it’s always somewhere else.”

D7             Gm    C                 F
I’d build me a castle with dragons and kings
              F
And I’d ride off with them as I stood by my window
                  C              D
And looked out on those Brooklyn roads.

D7 Gm C F Bb C D

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Thought of goin’ back but all I’d see are stranger’s faces
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And all the scars that love erases
D                    G
But as my mind walks through those places
    D                  A
I’m wonderin’ what’s become of them…

D7              Gm       C                F
Does some other young boy come home to my room?
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Does he dream what I did as he stands by my window
                 C              D
And looks out on those Brooklyn roads

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