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Version 1[Intro] G Am G/B C G D C Am G [Verse 1] G Am G/B C I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin G Em Am D With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams. G Am G/B C "Take your time," said me father, "stop rushing like hell, G Em D7 G And remember all's not what it seems to be. D Em C G For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back, C Em D Or that watch that you got from your mother. G Am G/B C So take care, me young bucko, and mind yourself well. G D7 G C G And would you give this wee note to me brother." D C G At the time, Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn, D C D And me father, the youngest, looked after the farm. G Am G/B C Til a phone call from America said "Send the lad over." G Em D G C G And the old fella said, "Sure, t'wouldn't do any harm. C D G For I've spent me life working this dirty old ground C D G For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound. G Am G/B C And sure, maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see, G Em D7 G C G D And you can bring it back home, make it easier on me." [Verse 2] G Am G/B C So, I landed at Kennedy, and a big yellow taxi G Em Am D Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain. G Am G/B C Well, my poor heart was thumping around with excitement, G Em D7 G C G And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying. D Em C G We came in the Shore Parkway through the flatlands in Brooklyn, C Em D To me uncle's apartment on East 53rd. G Am G/B C I was feeling so happy, I was humming a song, G D7 G C G And I sang "You're as free as a bird." D C G Well, to shorten the story, what I found out that day D C G Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray. G Am G/B C And while I was flying my way to New York, G Em D G Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue. C D G Well, I called up my old fella, told him the news. C D G I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes. G Am G/B C And he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan, G Em D G C G E And not to forget, be a proud Irish man. [Verse 3] A Bm C#m D So, I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road, A F#m Bm E And I started to learn about lifting the load. A Bm C#m D But the heaviest thing that I carried that year A F#m E7 A Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear. E F#m D A I went home that December cause my old fella died. D F#m E7 I had to borrow the money from Phil on the side. A Bm C#m D And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide A E7 A The poor, wasted face of me father. E D A I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth, E D E And into my bag stuck a handful of earth. A Bm C#m D Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane, A F#m E A And I found myself back in the U.S. again. D E A It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin. D E A Asus4 A My kids know to use the correct knife and fork. A Bm C#m D But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers, A F#m E A D A E As I keep law and order in the streets of New York [Outro] A Bm C#m D Na,na,na na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na,na, A F#m Bm E Na,na, na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na. A Bm C#m D Na,na,na na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na,na, A F#m E A Na,na, na,na,na, na,na,na,na,na,na.