A7/G      302020
A7sus/G   302030
Am7/G     302010
C(add9)   x32010
D(add9)   x54030
Em(add9)  024000
Em/C#     042000

[Intro]
Em(add9) C(add9) D(add9)  Em/C#  Em(add9)

[Verse 1]
       Em(add9)                         C(add9)
On the curb  of a city pavement, by the ash    and garbage cans
       D(add9)                      Em/C#            Em(add9)
In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
      Em(add9)                  C(add9)
There sits   a little lady with brave  but troubled eyes
    D(add9)                    Em/C#               Em(add9)
And in    her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries

[Chorus]
    A7sus/G   A7/G                     Am7/G                Em(add9)
She cannot be more than three, but the years go fast in the slums
    A7sus/G              A7/G               Am7/G           Em(add9) D(add9)
And hard on the pangs of winter's cold, the pitiless summer comes

[Verse 2]
    Em(add9)                     C(add9)
The wails of sickly children she knows, she understands
    D(add9)                      Em/C#                Em(add9)
The pangs    of puny bodies, the clutch of small hard hands
    Em(add9)                    C(add9)
The deadly blaze of August that turns men faint and mad,
    D(add9)                       Em/C#                  Em(add9)
She quiets the peevish urchins by telling 'em dreams she had

[Chorus]
   A7sus/G         A7/G               Am7/G            Em(add9)
Of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice  and singing fans
    A7sus/G            A7/G                 Am7/G               Em(add9) D(add9)
And God   in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man

[Interlude]
Em(add9) C(add9) D(add9)  Em/C#  Em(add9)

[Chorus]
   A7sus/G         A7/G               Am7/G            Em(add9)
Of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice  and singing fans
    A7sus/G            A7/G                 Am7/G               Em(add9) D(add9)
And God   in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man

[Verse 3]
       Em(add9)                         C(add9)
On the curb  of a city pavement, by the ash    and garbage cans
       D(add9)                      Em/C#            Em(add9)
In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
      Em(add9)                  C(add9)
There sits   a little lady with brave  but troubled eyes
    D(add9)                    Em/C#               Em(add9)
And in    her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries

[Outro]
   Em(add9)                       C(add9)
So when you're giving millions to Belgian, Pole, and Serb
  D(add9)                     Em/C#        Em(add9)
Remember my beautiful lady, Madonna on the curb
   C(add9)   D(add9)   Em/C#  Em(add9)
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