Kingston Trio - New York Girls

INTRO
   D  A  Em Em A  Em D
e|-2--5--3--7--5--3--2-|
B|-3--5--5--8--5--5--3-|
G|-2--6--4--9--6--4--2-|
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A|---------------------|
E|---------------------|

D   Em
A7  D 

D       Em      A7      D   \
Aah aah aah aah aah aah aah / 2x

VERSE 1
D                Em            A              D
Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song
   D                    Em           A                   D
Of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong.

CHORUS
      D        Em     A7      D
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
D       Em              A7                  D
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

VERSE 2
   D                Em                A               D
As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet
    D                    Em                A                 D
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street
     D              Em            A              D
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat
        D               Em         A                 D
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat

CHORUS
      D        Em     A7      D
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
D       Em              A7                  D
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

VERSE 3
D             Em           A              D
Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks
    D             Em              A              D
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep

CHORUS
      D        Em     A7      D
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
D       Em              A7                  D
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

VERSE 4
     D            Em        A             D
When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head
   D                 Em                 A               D
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled
    D                  Em          A               D
Now lookin' round this little room nothing could I see
      D                 Em           A                  D
But a woman's shoes and apron, which now belonged to me

CHORUS
      D        Em     A7      D
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
D       Em              A7                  D
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

VERSE 5
    D                     Em       A                D
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
      D                Em                A                  D
'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn

CHORUS 2x
      D        Em     A7      D
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
D       Em              A7                  D
 Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?