New York City Serenade Lyrics

New York City Serenade-Bruce Springsteen
E-mail:BlindTerry333@gmai.com
Originally from 1973's "The Wild, the Innocent,and The E Street Shuffle" but I've also
included some of the variances of how it was played live.
Intro(Fig. 1)
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sitting low in the back seat of his cadillac
Diamond Jackie she's so intact
As she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with their loot
It's midnight in Manhattan
This is no time to get cute
It's a mad dogs promenade
So walk tall
Better don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, Fish lady, Fish lady
She baits them tenament walls
She wont take corner boys, ain't got no money
And they're so easy
I said hey babe, ah really
F#m Bm D (w/Fig. #2)
Wont you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway
A F#m Bm D (w/Fig. #2)
Oh, mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah
I'm a young man I talk it real loud
Yeah babe, I walk it real proud for ya
Ah, so shake it away
So shake away your street life, shake away your city life
And hook up to the train
Ah, hook up to the night train
Hook it up, hook up to the...hook up to the train
But I know that she wont take the train
(No, she wont take the train)
No, she wont take the train
(No, she wont take the train)
Oh, she wont take the train
(No, she wont take the train)
Oh, she wont take the train
(No, she wont take the train)
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man
Ah, play me your serenade
Any deeper blues, you'll be playing in your grave
Save your notes
Don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes
Don't spend 'em on the darlin' year inside, boy
Straight for the church note ringin'
Vibes man sting a trashcan
Listen to your junk man, ah, listen to your junk man
listen to your junk man, oh, listen to your junk man
He's singing, singing
He's singing, singing
He's singing, singing
All dressed up in satin walking down the alley
Singing, singing
Sing, yeah, sing, yeah
Singing, singing
Sing, yeah, sing, yeah
A F#m Bm D until end
Watch out for your junk man!
Clarence (Fig. #2)
"Jackie's heels are stacked..." (Fig. #3)
Live/Violins/Piano (Fig. #4)