On the Dark Streets Below Murder by Death
Slow d[Am]own, little g[Dm]irl
You've lost your w[G]ay in this w[Am]orld
Slow d[Am]own and start a[Dm]gain
You'll feel much b[E]etter in the [Am]end
(Enter trumpets) Am
"Annie's [Am]always been a live one," says the matroness
She n[Am]ever cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her
She m[Dm]akes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress
She k[E]nows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets be[Am]low.
(Trumpets) Am
A[Am]dele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent
G[Am]uessed with her brains she could find a job in management
She s[Dm]howed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent
Counting o[E]ther people's dough on the dark... streets below!
(More trumpets) Am Dm Am E Am
So [Dm]get up kid, you're [Am]not licked yet!
I [E]never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet
Sl[E]ooooooooow [Am]down, little [Dm]girl
You've l[G]ost your way [Am]in this world
Slow d[Am]own and start a[Dm]gain
You'll f[G]eel much better [Am]in the end
[Am]August's from the old country, came over on a ship
It was [Am]like a floating oil drum, it barely made the trip
She [Dm]knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit
Now she k[E]nows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets be[Am]low
These folks got [E]nowhere left to go but the dark streets be[Am]low [E]
The dark streets bel[Am]ow[E]
The dark streets bel[Am]ow[E]
The dark streets bel[Am]ow[E]
The dark streets bel[Am]ow!
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