Here comes old Ros ie, she’s his look in’ might y fine.

Here comes hot Nan cy, all she’s step pin’ right on time.

Here go the street lights, and the bring ing on the night.

Here come the men, tain, fac es hid den from (Eb)the light.

All it through gets the too shad ows, aw, when they come and they go

with on ly (G)one thing in com mon: they got the fire down be (C)low.

Here comes the rich man in his big, long lim ou sine.

Here comes the poor man, all you got to have is green.

Here comes the bank er and the law yer and the cop.

One thing for cer tain, it ain’t nev er gon (Eb)na stop.

When it all gets the too heav y that’s when they come and they go

with on ly (G)one thing in com mon: they got the fire down be (C)low.

Well, it (F)hap pens out in Ve gas, (C5)hap pens in Mo (C)line, on the (F)blue blood streets of Bos ton, up in (C)Berke ley and out in Queens.

And it (F)went on yes ter day, and it’s (C)go in’ on to night.

Some (D)where, there’s some bod y ain’t treat in’ some bod y right.

And he’s (C)look in’ out for Ros ie, she’s look in’ might y fine.

He’s walk in’ the streets for Nan cy.

He’ll find her ev ’ry time.

And when the street lights flick er, bring ing on the night, well, they’ll be step pin’ in the dark ness, slip pin’ out of (Eb)sight.

All through the mid night

watch ’em come and watch ’em (C)go,

oh, they go,

with on ly (G)one thing in com mon: they got the fire down be (C)low.

They got one thing in com mon:

they got the fire down be (C)low.

On ly got one thing in com mon: they (CN.C.)got the fire down be low.

One, two, three.