Brooklyn Roads

If I close my eyes,

the I can almost hear my mother

(G7)callin' "Neil, go find your brother;

(C)Daddy's home and it's (F)time for supper,

a (C)hurry on!"

(G7)And I see two boys

and racin' up two flights of staircase,

and squirmin' into Papa's embrace,

(C)He's and his whiskers if (F)warm on their face.

but you (C)Where's it gone?

it's al Oh, (G7)where's it gone?

(C7)Two floors above the (Fm)butcher,

(Bb7)first door on the right,

(Ebmaj7)life I'd filled to the brim (Eb7)as I stood by my (Eb6)window and looked out on (Bb)those

Brooklyn roads.

(G7)I can still recall

the smells of cookin' in the hallways,

(G7)rubbers drying in the doorways

(C)and report and cards (F)I was always a (C)fraid to show.

(G7)Mama'd come to school,

but as I'd sit there softly crying,

and teacher'd say "He's just not trying.

(C)But got a good head if (F)he'd apply it,

but I'm (C)know yourself

it's al ways (G7)somewhere else."

(C7)I built me a cas (Fm)butchtle

(Bb7)with dragons and kings,

(Ebmaj7)and he ride off with them (Eb7)as I stood by my (Eb6)window and looked out on (Bb)those

Brooklyn roads.

(F)Brooklyn roads.