Chords
Backstreets

Key: D

Introduction:  G   Em   D   C   C   D   G   D   C   D7   G   Em  

difficulty
intermediate |||||
               G                                                 Em 
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
                         G                                                     Em 
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
                     G                                                       Em 
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
                                     D                                                               C                           D 
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
         G                   C                             G                   C 
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
               G                                 Am7                   G       Em 
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
                                   C 
                                                                              backstreets
           G                                                   Em 
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
   G                                                                                   Em 
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
     D                                   C 
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
                 Am                                                             C                                   D 
In the deep heart of the night we could loose from everything
               G                 C                               G                   C 
to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
                     G               C                 Am     GEm 
Terry you swore we'd live forever
 C 
                                                            together
 A                                             F#m 
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
             A                                                                       F#m 
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags
       A                                                               F#m 
Running into the darkness some hurt bad some really dying
       E                                                                                       D 
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
                                                                                                         E 
Blame it on the lies that killed us blame it on the truth that ran us down
                 A                                                                 D 
You can blame it all on me Terry it don't matter to me now
                                                                                           E 
When the breakdown hit at midnight there was nothing left to say
             A                             E                                             F#m     B   D  G  D7  G 
But I hated him and I hated you when you went away