Englishman in New York - Sting

from the album "Nothing Like The Sun"
as played by Sting in Oslo (1994)
Transcription: Luis Ferreira
Bm  Bm7

Em             A            Bm           Bm7
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
Em         A                Bm    Bm7
I like my toast done on the side
Em           A            Bm            Bm7
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
        Em        A       Bm   Bm7
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

Em      A      Bm          Bm7

I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien
        Em        A       Bm   Bm7
I'm an Englishman in New York
Em      A      Bm          Bm7
I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien
        Em        A       Bm   Bm7
I'm an Englishman in New York

If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien

I'm an Englishman in New York

D                       A         A7
Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
Bm           Bm7             F#
You could end up as the only one
 G                        A
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
   Gdim7                              Bm
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run


If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien   I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York





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|                          |  "You see a city in the desert lies             |
|       Luis Ferreira      |   The vanity of an ancient king                 |

|                          |   But the city lies on broken pieces            |
|   sd021@diana.fc.ul.pt   |   Where the wind howls and the vultures sing"   |
|                          |           Sting  -  The Soul Cages              |
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