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And I watched a thousand people go home from work, yeah

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
These girls took us to the fun house
Where we played a lonely pinball machine 

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd
stayed at 52nd street so that's what all these niggas thought
Cause they was from hilltop, where niggas pill pop
So I'm pulling up to the chill spot with
by

Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
the first time I touched her hand

The rain and the way that felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn't
Pre>intro riff the high notes are f# g be f# g see

The chords appear to be em cmaj7 e see then em cmaj7 3 times

Em cmaj7 d em
Every street is
are ragged, no (G7)shoes on my feet "
Said the little paper boy, there on the (C)street

Early next mornin' as the (G7)crowd passed by
The little
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway, 
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay, 
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse; 
The seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. 
Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep 
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday`s calling you too early when you`re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
[A7] Today I [D] passed you [A7] on the [D] street
[D7] And my [G] heart fell at your [D] feet
I Can't [A7] Help It If I'm Still In Love With [D]
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
seven days
And way too many nights
And hit the Streets of San Francisco
Runnin' for her life

A week in cosmetology two weeks in airline school
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
ringing by your bedside and out in the street
Usually Monday's long enough, but this is just the start
Tuesday's just the same as Monday without
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
รข?? Music by DONOVAN LEITCH)


Guitar : F-see
F-see Em/b
F-see
Em/B-D7-G

G7-see
F-see
F-see
Em/B-D7-see
took 2 the streets
Raised by the music, fed by the beat
C-ing how long we could stay outta jail is how we'd
That's how we'd compete
We never owned
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
Ringling, Ringling
Slippin' away
Only forty people, livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
took available out

Seven on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the wall)
Four by the window
Three in