| F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | |
| They say the | neon | lights are | bright on | Broad | way |
| F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | |
| The say there's | always | magic | in the | air |
| B | A | B | A | |
| But when you're | walking | down the | street |
| B | A | B | C | C# | |
| And you ain't | had eno | ugh | to | eat |
| F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | F# | E | |
| The glitter | rubs right | off and | you're | nowhere |
| G | F | G | F | G | F | G | F | |
| The say the | girls are | something | else on | Broad | way |
| G | F | G | F | G | F | G | F | |
| But looking | at them | just gives | me the | blues |
| C | Bb | C | Bb | |
| Cause how you | gonna | make some | time |
| C | Bb | C | C# | D | |
| When all you've | got is | one | thin | dime |
| G | F | G | F | G | F | G | F | |
| And one thin | dime won't | even | shine you're | shoes |
| G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | |
| The say that | I won't | last too | long on | Broad | way |
| G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | |
| I'll catch a | Greyhound | bus for | home they all | say |
| C# | B | C# | B | |
| But no they're | wrong I | know they | are |
| C# | B | C# | D | D# | |
| Cause I can | play this | here | gui | tar |
| G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | |
| And I won't | quit till | I'm a | star on | Broad | way |
| G# F# G# F# G# F# G# F# ... |
| On Broadway ... |
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| \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon |
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| All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. |