The Apple Stretching

| G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | The sun comes swaggering across the harbour | G | Dm7/G | And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows | G | Dm7/G | She already plenty shaky stands there | G | Dm7/G | Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty | G | Dm7/G | Uptown Luigi who don't speak english so good | G | Dm7/G | Is having an accident | G | Dm7/G | Backing his dumptruck into the fence | G | Dm7/G | The tin cans go clattering down the lane | G | Dm7/G | A drowsy bum thinks its thunder | G | Dm7/G | And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain Am No, it ain't judgement day Dsus No, it ain't Armageddon G G/B C G C It's just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D G New York putting its feet on the floor G G/B C G C It's just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D G New York putting its feet on the floor | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns | G | Dm7/G | Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Grand Central | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | Please to be breathing bagels and pollution | G | Dm7/G | In Time Square new graffiti, old revolutions | G | Dm7/G | A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee | G | Dm7/G | Lucky he's a Jesus freak moonlighting | G | Dm7/G | At the Acme discount store over in Queens | G | Dm7/G | The burglar alarm starts to scream | G | Dm7/G | A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, "FREEZE!" Am No, it ain't World War Four Dsus4 No, it ain't World War Four G G/B C G C It's just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D | G | Dm7/G | New York putting its feet on the floor G G/B C G C It's just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D G New York putting its feet on the floor | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a 'U' | G | Dm7/G | To help a blind man to his pew in the park | G | Dm7/G | Some long ago home training jars the memory | G | Dm7/G | The bag lady says 'Thank you' and curties | G | Dm7/G | The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward | G | Dm7/G | Having bitten off more than they could chew | G | Dm7/G | Moaning them old big city blues | G | Dm7/G | Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and grins | G | Dm7/G | Another subway starts rattling | G | Dm7/G | And Luigi's cans go clattering down the hill Am No, it ain't some kind of ill wind Dsus4 No, it ain't the world coming to an end G G/B C G C Just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D | G | Dm7/G | New York putting its feet on the floor G G/B C G C It's just the Apple stretching and yawning, just morning D G D G New York putting its feet on the floor | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | Dm7/G | G | Dm7/G | | G | % | % | % | Sunny New York ... sunny New York | G | % | % | % | | G | F/G | G | F/G | I know that guy ???, he’s so fast Man, did you see this idiot on roller skates? Sometimes I get so paranoid, you know what I mean? ???, shake! I wonder if I yelled “Help!”, would anybody hear me – I don’t think so. ??? for the whole weekend ... Doesn’t anybody work in this town?