Chords for NEWSIES~KING OF NEW YORK

Tempo:
124.1 bpm
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Gb

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D

A

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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NEWSIES~KING OF NEW YORK chords
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Bad mood?
Glum and dumb.
What's the matter [A] with you?
You're in the [Eb] peps, you're [Gb] famous.
[A] You're famous, you get anything you [Eb] want.
[A] And that's what's [Abm] so great about New [Ebm] York.
Yeah.
[A]
[B] [C] A [Db] [Abm] pair of new shoes with matching laces.
A permanent box at the [Eb] Sheep's Head Races.
[Gb] A porcelain tub with boiling [Eb] water.
A [A] Saturday [Bb] night with [Db] the mayor's [Gb] daughter.
Look [B] at me, [Dbm] [Ebm] I'm [F] the king [Ebm] of New [B] York.
[Db] [Gb] [Bm] Suddenly, [Db] [E] I'm [A] respectable, [D] staring right at your [Bm]
lousy [Gb] stature.
Nobbing with [Ebm] all the marketing [B] mugs.
I'm blowing my [Abm] dough and going [Gb] deluxe.
And [B] dare I be, [Dbm] [E] they're not [A] pretty.
[D] It's my city, I'm the [Gb] king of [Ab] New York.
[Ebm] [A]
[Ab] [Ebm] A [Bb] corduroy suit with fitted [Eb] knickers.
[Gb] A [Eb] methanine seat to see the flickers.
[Ab] A van of cigars that cost [Eb] a [Gb] quarter.
[Ab] An [Bb] editor's [B] desk full [C] of star [Gb] reporters.
[B] Tip your hat, [Dbm] [Ebm] he's the [F] king [B] of New York.
Hello, my friends, [Bbm] [B] I'm the [Gb] king of New York.
He's [B] nothing [Db] flat, [Gb] [E] he'll be [A] covering Brooklyn [D] to Trent.
Our [Gb] man Dent, making the [Ebm] headlines out of [Db] a [B] hunt.
Protecting the weak [Ab] and [Db] paying for lunch.
[Gb] When [B] I'm at [Dbm] that, [Ebm] [A] strong men crumble.
[D] Proud yet humble, [Bm] he's the king of [E] New York.
Don't be [Eb] either dead or dreaming.
[Ab] Look at that pape with [G] my face beaming.
Tomorrow they [A] may wrap [E] fish in it.
[A] But I [B] was a star [Db] for one [G] whole minute.
[C] [Am] [Bb]
[Abm] [Am] [D] [G]
[C] [F] [D] [G] See, [C] starting [D] now, [Em] I'm [Dm] the [C] king of New York.
[C] I'm the [D] king of [G] New York.
[C] Holy cow, [D] [F] it's a [Bb] miracle.
[Eb] Pulling this crying, weasel knees [D] dying.
[G] My butts will [Em] shoot, rise as sun.
[C] I'm the high builder, [D]
son of a [G] gun.
Don't [C] ask me how, [D] [F] fortune found [Bb] me.
[Eb] They just crowned me, how I'm [D] king of [G] New York.
[C] Look and [F] see, once a [Bb] biker, now [Eb] a striker.
I'm the king [G] of New York.
Victory, [Dm] from a fake story, [Bb]
[Eb] gods and glory.
I'm the [G] king of New York.
[N]
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134211112
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12341112
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1321
A
1231
Eb
12341116
Gb
134211112
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12341112
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1321
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Bad mood?
Glum and dumb.
What's the matter [A] with you?
You're in the [Eb] peps, you're [Gb] famous.
[A] You're famous, you get anything you [Eb] want.
[A] And that's what's [Abm] so great about New [Ebm] York.
Yeah.
[A] _ _
[B] [C] A [Db] _ [Abm] pair of new shoes with matching laces.
A permanent box at the [Eb] Sheep's Head Races.
[Gb] A porcelain tub with boiling [Eb] water.
A [A] Saturday [Bb] night with [Db] the mayor's [Gb] daughter.
Look [B] at me, [Dbm] [Ebm] I'm [F] the king [Ebm] of New [B] _ York.
_ [Db] _ [Gb] [Bm] Suddenly, _ [Db] [E] I'm [A] respectable, [D] staring right at your [Bm]
lousy [Gb] stature.
Nobbing with [Ebm] all the marketing [B] mugs.
I'm blowing my [Abm] dough and going [Gb] deluxe.
And [B] dare I be, [Dbm] [E] they're not [A] pretty.
[D] It's my city, I'm the [Gb] king of [Ab] New York.
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [A] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Ebm] A [Bb] corduroy suit with fitted [Eb] knickers.
[Gb] A [Eb] methanine seat to see the flickers.
[Ab] A van of cigars that cost [Eb] a [Gb] quarter.
[Ab] An [Bb] editor's [B] desk full [C] of star [Gb] reporters.
[B] Tip your hat, [Dbm] [Ebm] he's the [F] king [B] of New York.
Hello, my friends, [Bbm] [B] I'm the [Gb] king of New York.
He's [B] nothing [Db] flat, [Gb] [E] he'll be [A] covering Brooklyn [D] to Trent.
Our [Gb] man Dent, making the [Ebm] headlines out of [Db] a [B] hunt.
Protecting the weak [Ab] and [Db] paying for lunch.
[Gb] When [B] I'm at [Dbm] that, [Ebm] [A] strong men crumble.
[D] Proud yet humble, [Bm] he's the king of [E] New York.
Don't be [Eb] either dead or dreaming.
[Ab] Look at that pape with [G] my face beaming.
Tomorrow they [A] may wrap [E] fish in it.
[A] But I [B] was a star [Db] for one [G] whole minute.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ [G] _
[C] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] See, [C] starting [D] now, [Em] I'm [Dm] the [C] king of New York. _
[C] I'm the [D] king of [G] New York.
[C] Holy cow, [D] [F] it's a [Bb] miracle.
[Eb] Pulling this crying, weasel knees [D] dying.
[G] My butts will [Em] shoot, rise as sun.
[C] I'm the high builder, [D]
son of a [G] gun.
Don't [C] ask me how, [D] [F] fortune found [Bb] me.
[Eb] They just crowned me, how I'm [D] king of [G] New York.
[C] Look and [F] see, once a [Bb] biker, now [Eb] a striker.
I'm the king [G] of New York.
Victory, [Dm] from a fake story, [Bb]
[Eb] gods and glory.
I'm the [G] king of New York. _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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