Brooklyn Roads — Simple Sheet Music

If I close my eyes, the I can al most hear my moth er call in’ “Neil, go find your broth er; Dad dy’s home and it’s (F)time for sup per, a (C)hur ry on!” And I see two boys and rac in’ up two flights of stair case, and squirm in’ in to Pa pa’s em brace, He’s and his whis kers walks if (F)warm on their face. but you (C)Where’s it gone? it’s al Oh, (G7)where’s it gone? Two floors a bove the (Fm)butch er, first door on the right, life I’d filled to the brim as I stood by my win dow and looked out on (Bb)those Brook lyn roads. I can still re call the smells of cook in’ in the hall ways, rub bers dry ing in the door ways and re port and cards (F)I was al ways a (C)fraid to show. Ma ma’d come to school, but as I’d sit there soft ly cry ing, and tea cher’d say “He’s just not try ing. But got a good head walks if (F)he’d ap ply it, but I’m (C)know your self it’s al ways (G7)some where else.” I built me a cas (Fm)butch tle with dra gons and kings, and he ride off with them as I stood by my win dow and looked out on (Bb)those Brook lyn roads. (F)Brook lyn roads.