Song Name: | Autumn In New York | By: | Frank, Ella, Billie |
Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | F | Genre: | Jazz |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2009-09-19 17:09:06 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | AUTUMN IN NEW YORK
By: Vernon Duke Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday Key: F -7 -7* 8 -5 -6 7 -7 5 5 5 It�s time to end my lone-ly hol-i-day -5 6 -6 -6* -6*-6* 7 7 7 8 And bid the coun-try a has-ty fare-well. -7 -7* 8 -5 -6 7 -7 5 5 5 So on this grey and mel-an-chol-y day -5 -5* -5*-5*-5* 7 7 7 -5* I�ll move to a Man-hat-tan ho-tel -6 7* -9* 8 7* -6 -5* 7 -7* -7* I�ll dis-pose of my rose-col-ored chat-tels 7* 8 -10 7* 9 10 7 And pre-pare for my share of -8 -9* -9* -9* 8 8 Ad-ven-tures and bat-tles. 8 -7 -6 -5* 5* -5* -6 7 Here on the twen-ty sev-enth floor -6 -5* 5* -5* -6 7 -6 -5 7* 5 5 -6 Look-ing down on the cit-y I hate and a-dore CHORUS -7 7 -6 -5 5 Au-tumn in New York -5 -6 -7* -9 -9 9 -9 -7 Why does it seem so in-vit-ing -7 7 -6 -5 5 Au-tumn in New York -5 -6 -7* -9 -9 9 -9 -7 It spells the thrill of first-night-ing 8 8 -7 7 -6 7* 7* -6 -5* Glit-ter-ing crowds and shim-mer-ing clouds 5* -5* -4 5 -5* In can-yons of steel -6 7 -5 -5* 7 -8 7 They�re mak-ing me feel � I�m home 7* -7 7 -6 -5 5 It�s au-tumn in New York -5 -6 -7* -9 -9 9 -9 -7 That brings the prom-ise of new love -9 8 -7* 7 -6 Au-tumn in New York -6*-7* 8 8* -9* 9 9* Is of-ten min-gled with pain 9 7* 9 10 10 8 Dream-ers with emp-ty hands -7* 7* -6 7* 8 8 7* may sigh for ex-ot-ic lands 7* -7 7 -6 -5 5 It�s Au-tumn in New York -3* 5* -6 7* -7* 7 -6 It�s good to live it a-gain Autumn in new york The gleaming rooftops at sundown Oh, autumn in new york It lifts you up when you run down Yes, jaded rou�s and gay divorc�es Who lunch at the ritz Will tell you that its divine This autumn in new york Transforms the slums into mayfair Oh, autumn in new york Youll need no castles in spain Yes, lovers that bless the dark On the benches in central park Greet autumn in new york Its good to live it again Autumn in new york That brings the promise of new love Autumn in new york Is often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands They sigh for exotic lands Its autumn in new york Its good to live it again |