Ridin Out The Storm

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[Verse 1]
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The New York City winter comes in 
cold grey sheets of steel
Em
The numbness in his hands and feet 
is all that he can feel
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Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway 
to a bed
And the ghost of who he might have 
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been lives on inside his head

[Verse 2]
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In a canyon made of brownstone on a 
sidewalk icy black
Em
He wanders nearly barefoot with his 
righteousness in tact
F                         
A man of many mansions in a 
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cardboard box replete
He lies sleeping with an angel while
      G                 Am
 his heart pretends to beat

(Chorus) Strum to the *
F
The wind blows down on Lonely Street
 like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday times, coffee 
grinds and wino's in Times Square
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F                                 
Five flights up on Easy Street you
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 know she's safe and warm
 C                               
Way down low neath a foot of snow 
        G             Am
he's riding out the storm

[Verse 3]
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I offered him my winter coat 
politely he refused
Em
Like an educated man he spoke with 
words I seldom use
F                                 
He said I don't need pity for 
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these choices are my own
He bowed his head just slightly and 
  G             Am
quietly moved along

[Chorus]
F
The wind blows down on Lonely Street
 like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday times, coffee 
grinds and wino's in Times Square
F                                 
Five flights up on Easy Street you
            *C
 know she's safe and warm
 C                               
Way down low neath a foot of snow 
        G             Am
he's riding out the storm

[Lead]
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C
Its not like he's a victim of the 
homeless life he stalks
Em
Nor helpless to get back across the 
fine line that he walks
F                        
Riding out the storm means 
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yesterday's already spent
                                 G 
Tomorrow don't mean nothing it 
               Am
won't even make a dent

[Chorus]
F
The wind blows down on Lonely Street
 like an ice pick through the air
Am
Midst the Sunday times, coffee 
grinds and wino's in Times Square
F                                 
Five flights up on Easy Street you
            *C
 know she's safe and warm
 C                               
Way down low neath a foot of snow 
        G             Am
he's riding out the storm

C
Ridin out,Ridin out,Ridin out
Am
Ridin out,Ridin out,Ridin out
   (Repeat to fade)