Englishman in New York
Guitar Pro Tab | v5.10
| Posted on Feb. 20, 2012, 6:34 p.m.
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Nothing like the sun
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Lyrics
I don't drink cof-fee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my ac-cent when I talk
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New Yo-rk
See me wal-king down Fifth A-ven-ue
A wal-king cane here at my side
I take it ev-ery-where I walk
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New York
O-oh I'm an a-li-en, I'm a le-gal a-li-en
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New York
O-oh I'm an a-li-en, I'm a le-gal a-li-en
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New York
If "man-ners ma-keth man" as some-one said
Then he's the he-ro of the day
It takes a man to suf-fer ig-no-rance and smile
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
O-oh I'm an a-li-en, I'm a le-gal a-li-en
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New York
O-oh I'm an a-li-en, I'm a le-gal a-li-en
I'm an Eng-lish-man in New York
Mo-des-ty, pro-pri-ety can lead to no-to-ri-ety
You could end up as the on-ly one
Gen-tle-ness, so-brie-ty are rare in this so-cie-ty
At night a can-dle's brigh-ter than the sun
Takes more than com-bat gear to make a man
Takes more than a li-cense for a gun
Con-front your en-e-mies, a-void them when you can
A gen-tle-man will walk but ne-ver run
If "man-ners ma-keth man" as some-one said
Then he's the he-ro of the day
It takes a man to suf-fer ig-no-rance and smile
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Be your-self no mat-ter what they say
Notice
Merely corrected all the 'bum' notes in the vocal and
sax solo parts, that spoiled the excellent tab by
Boudinou.
Cheers,
Anarchy.