Brooklyn Kid

Brooklyn Kid (capo 2nd) D Well I gotta friend that lives south of town Loves to sit and burn one down Bm C D Spin some vinyl on his stereo D Every now and then he speaks of war One tour of duty on a foreign shore Bm C D Fightin' for his way home F C D Fightin' for his way home (Bm C D) 2x Returnin' home to his native land Left New York for Texas man Quieter times were in his cards He met a girl she met a man Dropped to his knees and he took her hand A simple life ain't that hard No, a simple life ain't all that hard (Bm C D) 2x A new generation on the ground Nothin' in the world could bring him down Flyin' like he had wings Several years came and went Not one of them was poorly spent A good man's life he was chiselin' Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' \ (Bm C D) 2x Reflecting on the Viet-Cong Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song Smellin' like it's supper time You know it brought a tear to his eye The day that Jerry Garcia died He said he was the genius of his time Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine Don't try to find it Make the time A couple of joints and a bottle of wine You'll be glad that you did With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round Kick your feet back and be astound By the life of the Brooklyn kid