Paul Simon - Bleecker street

Fog’s ^Crollin’ in off ^Gthe East Ri^Fver ba^Cnk Like a ^G7shroud it covers ^CBleeker ^AmStreet Fills the ^E7alleys where men ^Fsleep Hides the ^Cshepherd^G from the ^Amsheep ^C

^C Voices ^Gleaking from a ^Fsad café ^C Smiling ^G7faces try to^C under^Amstand I saw a ^E7shadow touch a^F shadow’s hand On ^CBlee^Gker ^AmStreet ^C

^C A poet ^Greads his ^Fcrooked rhyme ^C Holy, ^E7holy is his^C sacra^Amment Thirty ^E7dollars pays your ^Frent On ^CBlee^Gker ^AmStreet ^C

^G I heard a ^Dchurch bell^C softly chime ^G In a ^G7melody sus^Ctain^Amin’ It’s ^E7a long road t^Fo Canaan On ^CBlee^Gker ^AmStreet ^C

^COooooo ^{G F C} Ooooo^G7o ^{C Am} Oooooo ^{E7 F} Ble^Ceker^G Stree^Ct