Tom: Am
F E7
I am New York
F E7
Tired and weak
F F
I tried to write a book each time I speak
E7
Mother and me
F E7
Sister and I
F F/E F/Eb F/E F
Sunday afternoons still bleed me dry
[Chorus 1]
Am E
Listen to Dylan
Am
Shut the door
E
Nobody cares anymore
Am E
Trying so hard
F
To craft a rhyme
C
With nickels and dimes
[Verse 2]
F E7
I am New York
F E7
Ten stories tall
F F/E F/Eb F/E F
Pull me from my pen before I fall
[Chorus 2]
Am E
Listen to Dylan
Am
Shut the door
E
Nobody cares anymore
Am E
Trying so hard
F
To craft a rhyme
C
With nickels and dimes
[Bridge]
Dm F Bb
Maybe mother, she was right:
F
"love is a waste
Bb F
It's a pill everyone tastes
C C
In your mouth"
[Verse 3]
F E7
I am New York
F E7
Tired and weak
F F/E F/Eb F/E F
Tried to write a book each time I speak
