Byrds - Spanish harlem incident

^GGypsy ^Cgal, the ^Ghands of ^CHarlem,^G cannot hold you ^Cto it's ^Gheat Your temperature's too ^Chot for ^Gtaming, your flaming feet burn ^Cup the ^Gstreet.

^CI am ^Ghomeless, ^Ccome and ^Gtake me, ^Cinto ^Greach of your ^Crattling d^Drums. I got to ^Gknow, babe, all a^Cbout my ^Gfortune,^C down a^Glong my ^Crestless ^Gpalms.

^GGypsy ^Cgal, you ^Ggot me ^Cswallowed,^G I have fallen ^Cfar be^Gneath Your pearly ^Ceyes, so f^Gast and ^Cslashing^G, and your flashing ^Cdiamond ^Gteeth.

The ^Cnight is ^Gpitch black, ^Ccome and ^Gmake my, ^Cpale face ^Gfit into ^Cplace, ah, ^Dplease! I got to ^Gknow, babe, I'm ^Cnearly ^Gdrowning,^C if it's ^Gyou my ^Clifelines ^Gtrace.

^GI been ^Cwondering ^Gall a^Cbout me^G, ever since I ^Cseen you ^Gthere. On the cliffs of your wildcat ^Ccharms I'm ^Griding,^C I know I'm a^Ground you but I ^Cdon't know ^Gwhere.

^CYou have ^Gslayed me, ^Cyou have ^Gmade me, ^CI got to ^Glaugh halfways ^Cof my ^Dheels. I got to ^Gknow, babe, will ^Cyou sur^Ground me,^C so I can ^Gknow if I'm ^Creally ^Greal.