Brooklyn Kid Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
Well, [D]I gotta friend that lives
south of town.
Loves to sit and burn one down.
[Bm]Spin some vinyl [C]on his stereo.
[D]Every now and then he speaks of war:
One tour of duty on a foreign shore.
[Bm]Fightin' [C]for his way [D]home.
[F]Yeah. fight[C]in' for [D]his way home.

[Interlude 1]
[Bm][C][D][Bm][C]
[D]

[Verse 2]
[D]Returnin' home to his native land,
Left New York for Texas man.
[Bm]Quieter [C]times were in [D]his cards.
He met a girl, she met a man:
Dropped to his knees and
he took her hand:
A sim[Bm]ple l[C]ife ain't that h[D]ard.
No, a sim[F]ple [C]life ain't all that
[D]hard.

[Interlude 2]
[D][Bm][C][D][Bm][C][D]

[Verse 3]
[D]A new generation on the ground.
Nothin' in the world could
bring him down,
Fly[Bm]in' l[C]ike he had w[D]ings.
Several years came and went,
Not one of them was poorly spent,
A [Bm]good man's life [C]he was [D]chiselin'.
Yeah, a [F]good man's life [C]he was chiselin'.
[D]

[Interlude 3]
[Bm][C][D][Bm][C]
[D][F][C][D]

[Verse 4]
[D]Reflecting on the Viet-Cong,
Uncle Uncle John's Band
and a Dylan song,
[Bm]Smellin' [C]like it's supper [D]time.
You know, it brought a tear to his eye,
The day that Jerry Garcia died.
[Bm]He said he was the [C]genius of his [D]time.
Yeah, [F]A Friend of the Devil [C]is a Friend

[Interlude 4]
of Mine.
[D][Bm][C][D][Bm][C]
[D][F][C]

[Verse 5]
[D]Don't try to find it, [C]make the time,
A couple of joints and
a bottle of [Bm]wine.
You'll be [C]glad that [D]you did.
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round,
Kick your feet back and be astound,
[Bm]By t[C]he life of the Brookly[D]n kid.

[Verse 6]
Da [Bm]da da [C]dad da da.
[D]Da da da [Bm]dad d[C]a da.

[Outro 1]
[D][F][C]