Guitar chords Stories Of The Street

Key:  A
Introduction:
Am
 
            
Am
                        
C
                                        
Em
                    
Bm
 
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.
Am
                              
C
                                              
Em
                                  
Bm
 
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
        
Am
                          
F
                                  
G
      
F#
            
B
 
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
        
E
                            
A
              
E
                            
D
            
A
      
Am
 
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
      
Am
                                      
C
                      
Em
                          
Bm
 
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
Am
                                        
C
                                        
Em
                      
Bm
 
    the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
        
Am
                          
F
                                
G
          
F#
          
B
 
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
                      
E
                                
A
                          
E
                              
D
          
A
      
Am
 
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
          
Am
                                
C
                    
Em
                            
Bm
 
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Am
                                
C
                                    
Em
                                  
Bm
 
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
      
Am
                        
F
                      
G
          
F#
                
B
 
O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel,
                  
E
                              
A
                                    
E
                              
D
            
A
      
Am
 
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.
        
Am
                
C
                                        
Em
                            
Bm
 
The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
Am
                                          
C
                            
Em
                                
Bm
 
    the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.
Am
                                  
F
                                  
G
              
F#
          
B
 
    And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite,
          
E
                                    
A
                    
E
                                        
D
            
A
      
Am
 
and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.
      
Am
                        
C
                    
Em
                              
Bm
 
O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
            
Am
                          
C
                              
Em
                                    
Bm
 
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
        
Am
                          
F
                                    
G
          
F#
          
B
 
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
        
E
                          
A
                                        
E
                                    
D
            
A
      
Am
 
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.
            
Am
                        
C
                        
Em
                        
Bm
 
With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
      
Am
                
C
                                    
Em
                            
Bm
 
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.
        
Am
                          
F
                                
G
          
F#
                  
B
 
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
            
E
                        
A
                            
E
                              
D
            
A
      
Am
 
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.