My Petersburg (from Anastasia) piano leadsheet with chords

I grew up on the sly

in the gutters and the streets of Petersburg.

Just a kid on the fly

getting good at getting by in Petersburg.

I've bartered for a blanket, stolen for my bread,

learned to take my chances and use my head.

A Russian rat is clever.

Clever or he ends up dead!

Boils down to:

there are some who survive.

Some who don't.

Some give up.

Some give in.

Me, I won't!

Black and blue, welcome to

my Petersburg.

Standing here, you can see

from the spires to the piers of Petersburg!

I'd be down on that quay

selling stolen souvenirs of Petersburg!

The palaces above and alleyways below,

funny when a city is all you know.

How even when you hate it,

something in you loves it so!

That's where I learned my stuff in some rough

company. There's the boy growing up

who was me.

All I've been, all I'll be.

We can do what we're told,

we can go where we're led.

But I learned from my father to see what's ahead.

Nothing here to hold me.

No one that I owe.

Funny how a boy can grow.

Funny how a city tells you when it's time to go!

Boils down to:

there are some who have walls yet to climb.

You and I, on the fly,

just in time!

But tonight, there's a sky and quite a view.

Welcome to

my Petersburg.