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Brooklyn Boy

Kevin Devine

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C             Am               F
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines
G                F      C    F    C
hey hey, it's my birthday
C                     Am               F
it's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night
G                F      C    F   C
hey hey, it's my birthday



         Am                     C
dead end friends that make your stomach shake
                   F                      G
while your hissing head barrels down that blakened lane
         Dm             Am               F    C
alone at last to figure how you got this way
         Am      F                  C
alone at last to figure how you got this way



C               Am              F
charcoal clouds spot and spray, they kill the sun
G        F              C      F    C
hey hey, hear its back break
C                    Am             
so I can never tell night from day
    F                  
or right from wrong,
G        F          C        F  C
hey hey, you're my headache




             Am                  F      C
your silver tongue it masks your hungry hate
                   Am        G                  F            C
while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage
              Am                   C                  F    G
you still can change, you have to know, you still can change
   Am                     F             C
I know, I know, but now I wanna be this way




           F                   G        C   Am   
this was a choice, this was never a mistake
F                 G          C
this was never a mistake
F              G        C   Am  F      G
Yeah, this was never a mis-tak-e,


C       Am    F      G
 Ooh oh ooh whoa oh  (x3)

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Brooklyn Boy

Kevin Devine