Roy Orbison - Harlem woman

^EThe woman is out on her o^G#mwn. Walking the ^F#mstreets, sad and a^B7lone. Yes ^Eshe sells her^G#mself For ^F#mnickels and dimes, these are ^B7hard times. For a ^EHa^Arlem ^Ewoman. Ha^Arlem w^Eoman.

^EYes you work at night. I have h^B7eld you tight. But you're not aware of how much I care. No ^Eyou can't see your baby's been hungry and ^Acold. So long nights ^Amthrough, go on and ^Edo what you ^B7must do, I love you. I love you. ^EHa^Arlem ^Ewoman. Ha^Arlem ^Ewoman.

Sometimes I ^Ecry, but I'll get ^F#mby till your ^Amine al^Eone. So carry ^F#mon to other ^Darms, ^F#mtender but ^B7strong. ^F#mTill you be^Clong to ^B7me

^EHarlem woman hang ^A7on. I'll take you a^G#mway. Some^Bday I'll set you ^G#mfree to be with ^Bonly me. Till then I'll ^F#mknow, ^ELord knows, I'll ^Bknow They can buy the body but not the soul of my ^EHa^Arlem ^Ewoman Ha^Arlem ^Ewoman, Ha^Arlem ^Ewoman ^BHang ^Eon