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Streets of New York Karaoke - The Wolfe Tones

This title is a cover version of Streets of New York as made famous by The Wolfe Tones

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The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 52 BPM)

In the same key as the original: B♭, C

Duration: 04:44 - Sample at: 03:33

Release date: 1981
Genres: Celtic, Folk, In English
Original songwriter: Liam Reilly

All files available for download are backing tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Streets of New York

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 rushin' 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 Benji 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 old fella said
Sure it wouldn't do any harm
For I've spent my life workin' this dirty old ground for a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's somethin' 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 me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was pumpin' around with excitement and I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin'
We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn to my uncle's apartment on East Fifty-Third
I was feelin' so happy
I was hummin' 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 Benji got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flyin' my way to New York poor Benji was lyin' in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old 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
Be a proud Irishman
So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road and I started to learn about liftin' the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year was the bitter-sweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cos the old fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide the poor wasted face of me 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've set foot in Dublin
Me 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
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