Verse:1 D F#m BD 'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,' G A7 D She said as she stood on my instep, F#m Bm F#m 'I could show you New York with a walk between Bm A7 Fourth Street and Nine.' D F#m Bm D Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas G A7 D She sat down to play on a doorstep saying F#m Bm F#m Bm 'Come back to my place I will show you the stars AA7 and the signs'. Pre chorus:1 Bm D So I followed her into the black lands Bm D Where the window frames peel and flake G And the old Jewish face behind the lace G A7 Even now trying to get to see what's cooking G Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid A7 D7 thinking there's no-one look i ng. Chorus:1 G A7 A7 And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees D Bm in Brooklyn. Verse 2: D F#m Bm D Her house was a dusty collection of rusty G A7 D Confusion with landings and tunnels F#m Bm F#m Bm And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and A7 things D Bmm Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan D Mohicans G A7 D And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers F#m Bm F#m Bm Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the A A7 wings Pre chorus:2 Bm D While outside in the black lands Bm D The violent day runs wild G And the black and white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys G A7 While the cops go booking G And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and A7 D D7 there's no-one look i ng Chorus 1: G A7 G And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my A7 D Bm knees in Brooklyn. Bridge: Bm6 G Bmaj7 And oh, I'm back in the city again. Bm6 G You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand F#7sA74 in the rain.... Verse: 3 D F#m Bm D She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies G A7 D For coffee that tasted of hot dogs F#m Bm F#m Bm I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and A7 just grand' D F#m Dm Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed us with G A7 D Records and adverts for cat food F#m Bm F#m And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the Bm A7 palm of my hand Pre chorus:3 Bm D And outside in the black lands Bm D The evening came and went G And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink G Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get A7 a foot in G And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a G A7 D7 mattress with the new moon look i ng. Chorus:2 G A7 G And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my A7 D Dm knees in Brooklyn.....