A5           D5
Slow down, little girl
                  G5           A5
You've lost your way in this world
      A5             D5
Slow down and start again
                  E5            A5
You'll feel much better in the end

[Enter trumpets] Am

         A5
"Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness
     A5
She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her
     D5
She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress
     E5                                                    A5
She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below.

[Trumpets] A5

 A5
Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent
 A5
Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management
     D5
She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent
          E5
Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below!

[More trumpets] A5 D5 A5 E5 A5

   D5                 A5
So get up kid, you're not licked yet!
  E5
I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet
  E5          A5           D5
Slooooooooow down, little girl
        G5            A5
You've lost your way in this world
      A5             D5
Slow down and start again
        G5               A5
You'll feel much better in the end
A5
August's from the old country, came over on a ship
       A5
It was like a floating oil drum , it barely made the trip
    D5
She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit
         E5                                                       A5
Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below
                E5                                         A5   E5
These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below 
                    A5  E5
The dark streets below
                    A5  E5
The dark streets below
                    A5  E5
The dark streets below
                    A5
The dark streets below!