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[Intro] G  D7M  Em  C
        G  D7M  Em  C
        G  D7M  Em  C
        G  D7M  Em  C

[Primeira Parte]

G          D7M         Em       
You took a train to the south 
      C
side of Boston
    G               D7M          
You showed me where your old man 
Em     C
stayed
     G  D7M      Em          C
Took 28 years of blood I was lost in
        G        D7M         Em  C
To feel loved on my own birthday
  G      D7M           Em         
I always felt like I’s in between 
C
something
     G             D7M      Em   C
Like home and somewhere far away
    G              D7M            
But tonight on the west side in a 
Em         C
bar out in Brooklyn
G           D7M           Em  C
I saw tears outline your face

[Refrão]

Em            D
How lucky are we?
                     G         
It’s been a hell of a week, but 
                 C
we’re all grown now
        Em             D          
There’s smoke seeping out, of your
        G
 bloody teeth
                    C
But you’re home somehow

[Ponte] Em  D  G  C
        Em  D  G  C

[Segunda Parte]

G         D7M             Em    
I’ll be upstairs with the guitar
     C
 I’s given
     G        D7M     Em  C
When I was barely fourteen
G          D7M        Em         
When did McGlinchey’s get so damn 
  C
crowded
    G           D7M          
And why are the crowds so damn 
  Em     C
green?
G         D7M         Em        
I lost my mind on the streets of
     C
 the city
G       D7M           Em  C
Maybe I lost all hope too
     G  D7M      Em         
Took 28 years of blood pumping 
   C
through me
   G           D7M          Em  C
To get to this evening with you

[Refrão]

Em            D
How lucky are we?
                     G         
It’s been a hell of a week, but 
                 C
we’re all grown now
        Em             D          
There’s smoke seeping out, of your
        G
 bloody teeth
                    C
But you’re home somehow

[Solo] Em  D  G  C
       Em  D  G  C

[Refrão]

Em            D
How lucky are we?
                     G         
It’s been a hell of a week, but 
                 C
we’re all grown now
        Em             D          
There’s smoke seeping out, of your
        G
 bloody teeth
                    C
But you’re home somehow