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Subject: TAB: ‘New York’s Not My Home’ by Jim Croce
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Date: Wed, 4 Feb 1998 19:29:15 EST
Subject: TAB: New York’s Not My Home
written by Jim Croce — album: Down the Highway
Transcribed by: Nathan Maimone ([email protected])
Previous entries by: Michael Smith
Lyrics from Song Lyrics Archive at
http://www.topcat11.demon.co.uk/sla/index.html
This is the tab to Jim Croce’s New York’s Not my Home.
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Tempo:Moderate (P= pick-off)
A Bm
e| —0—0——-0—0——-0—0———————|
b| —2—2—2—-2—2—2—-2—2—2—-2——-3—3—|
g| -2—2—-2—1—1—-1—0—0—-0—-0——-4—4—|
d| ———————————-4————-4-|
a| —————————————4-3-2—2—0|
E| —————————————————|
F A
e| ————————————}
b| —1—1——5—5——————-} Repeat
g| —2—2——6—6——————} twice
d| ——-3———7——————}
a| ———3———7——4-2P0——}
E| -1—1——5—5——0-2-4——-4-0}
CHORUS:
A F#m A F#m A F#m
e| ————————————————- |
b| —5—5—-2—2—5—5—-2—2—5—5—-2—2- |
g| —6—6—-2—2—6—6—-2—2—6—6—-2—2- |
d| ————————————————- |
a| ————————————————- |
E| -5-5-5—0-2-2-2—5-5-5—0-2-2-2—5-5-5—0-2-2-2— |
A
e| —————0-0-0-0———— —0—0-|
b| —2-2-2-3-2-0——-2-2-2-3-2-0 Then go —2—2—|
g| —2-2-2-2-2-2——-2-2-2-2-2-2 to the -2—2—|
d| ——————————— beginning———|
a| ——————————— which is———|
E| -(0)—————————- ———|
An open base note on the E string sounds good when alternated between the 5
and 2 during the chorus.
And heres the lyrics
Well things were spinnin round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places
You know Ive run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right cause I know
CHORUS:
That I gotta get out of here
Im so alone
Dont you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New Yorks not my home
Though all the streets are crowded
Theres something strange about it
Lived there bout a year and I never once felt at home
I though Id make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now Im tellin you
That they were not the nice kind
And its been so long since I have felt fine thats the reason
(Repeat Chorus)
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