Chords for Lou Reed - Dirty Blvd - New York Album

[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ [D] Pedro lives out of the [G] Wilshire Hotel.
[D] He looks out a window without glass.
[A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] The walls are [D] made of cardboard.
[Em] _ [D] Newspaper's on his feet and his [G] father beats him because he's [D] too tired to dig.
[A] _ [D] _ _
He's got [Gm] nine brothers [D] and sisters.
They're brought up on their knees.
It's [G] hard to run.
[D] The coat hanger beats you on the thighs.
[G] Pedro dreams of being [D] older [A] and [D] killing the old man, but [G] that's a slim chance.
[D] He's going to the [A] _ [D] boulevard.
[G] He's going to end up _ [D] [A] on the [D] dirty boulevard.
He's [G] going out _ [D] to [A] the dirty [D] boulevard.
He's [G] going down [D] to [A] the dirty [D] boulevard. _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _ _
His room costs $2,000 a month.
You can believe it, man.
It's true.
[Gm] Somewhere a [D] landlord's laughing till he wets his [A] pants.
[D] _ No [G] one dreams of [D] being a doctor or a [A] lawyer or [D] anything.
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard.
[A] _ [D] _ Give [G] me your hungry, [D] your tired, [A] your poor.
I'll [D] piss on them.
[G]
That's what the Statue of [D] Bigotry says.
[G] _ [D] _ _
[G] Your poor [D] huddled masses, let's [A] club them to death.
[D] Get it over [G] with and just dump them on the [D] boulevard. _ _ _ _
[G] Get them out.
_ [D] [A] On the dirty [D] boulevard.
[G] Going out.
[D] To [A] the [D] dirty boulevard.
They're [G] going down [D] on [A] the dirty [D] boulevard.
[G] Going out.
_ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ Outside, it's a bright night.
There's an opera at Lincoln Center.
[G]
Movie stars [D] arrive by limousine. _ _
[G] The [D] cleeglights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan, but [G] the lights are out on [D] the mean streets.
_ _ A [G] small kid stands [D] by the Lincoln Tunnel.
[A] _ _ [D] He's selling [G] plastic roses [D] for a living.
_ _ The [G] traffic's [D] back up to 39th Street.
[A] _ _ [D] The [G] TV whores are calling [D] the cops out for [A] a suck.
[D] And [G] back at the wheelchair, [D] Pedro sits there dreaming.
He's found a book on magic in a garbage [A] can.
[D] _ [G] He looks at the pictures [D] and stares up at the cracked ceiling.
At the [G] count of three, he [D] says, I hope I can disappear.
And fly, [G] fly away.
_ [D] [A] From this [D] dirty boulevard, I [G] want to fly.
_ [D] [A] From the dirty [D] boulevard, I [G] want to fly.
[A] _ From the [D] dirty boulevard, I [G] want to fly, fly, [Am] fly, fly.
From the [D] dirty boulevard, I want to fly away.
_ _ _ I want [G] to [D] fly, _ _ _ fly, fly [G] away.
[D] _ _ [A] I [D] _ want [G] to [D] fly, _ _ [A] _ [D] _ fly, fly away.
Fly, fly, fly away.
Fly, [G] [D] fly, _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] fly.
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