New York Girls Lyrics

An absolutely cracking song, by one of the most talented and entertaining bands around
today, I hope you enjoy strumming along with the song, and to make it sound better
unaccompanied, I have included the chords that I use in DADGAD tuning, to add more
ringing open strings.
Any comments or rates are welcomed, and feel free to use my tab as a basis to work out
your own. So here it is, Bellowhead's version of New York Girls, ENJOY!!!
Chords used:
STANDARD DADGAD
D :xx0232 D5 :000200
A :x02220 Asus4:x02200
G :320033 Gsus2:550000
Bm:x24432 Bm7 :x24400
Build Up
Intro/Polka section 1
As I walked down to New York town,
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me back to see her place
She lived on Barrack Street
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
Polka Section 2
And when we got to Barrack Street,
we stopped at forty-four
Her mother and her sister
were waiting at the door
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
Polka Section 2
And when I got inside the house,
the drinks were passed around
The liquor was so awful strong,
my head went round and round
And then we had another drink
before we sat to eat
The liquor was so awful strong,
I quickly fell asleep
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
When I awoke next morning,
I had an aching head
And there was I Jack all alone,
stark naked in me bed
My gold watch and my money
and my lady friend were gone
And there was I Jack all alone,
stark naked in the room
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
Polka section 2
Oh looking round that little room,
there's nothing I could see
But a woman's shift and apron
that were no use to me
With a barrel for a suit of clothes,
down Cherry Street forlorn
Where Martin Churchill took me in
and he sent me round Cape Horn
So sailor lads, take warning when you land on New York shore
Bm G A D (stop)
You'll have to get up early to be smarter than a whore
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
And away, Santy
My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?
Polka section 2