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Streets of Braddock
by The Modesto Kid

everything capo 8
(voicing of initial "walk" is a high F)

You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
a D car door Am slams and she Em growls
and she's Am7 nervous Em now, she's pulling D you to the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 me there after Em dark.

Somebody's D headlight Am shines through the D evening Am light
streetlights D mellow the Am cast of the Em evening Em7 shade
and you're Am7 nervous Em now, to think of D what may Am come
after your G lame prevari- Am -cations are C7 done and your plans are Em made.

You're walking D up Flood's Am Hill, the shade's D deeper Am now
the D trees are ragged Am shadows on the Em night's dark Em7 cowl
you hear the Am7 sound of a Em train, east- D -bound, running Am easy,
ci- G -cadas are Am buzzing at C7 twilight, and a distant Em howl.

solo, improvise

You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
she D tugs at the Am leash and she Em7 barks
at the Am7 strange night-time Em shapes all a- D -round in the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 (let ring) me here after dark.

posted afternoon of Sunday, January 25th, 2015

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