Am Dm
Slow down, little girl
G Am
You've lost your way in this world
Am Dm
Slow down and start again
E Am
You'll feel much better in the end
[Enter trumpets] Am
Am
"Annie's always been a live one," says the matroness
Am
She never cries, she never lets her sorrows get the best of her
Dm
She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress
E Am
She knows it's just the way it goes on the dark streets below.
[Trumpets] Am
Am
Adele came from a decent town, scraped by for her first month's rent
Am
Guessed with her brains she could find a job in management
Dm
She showed promise in algebra but now her talent's spent
E
Counting other people's dough on the dark... streets below!
[More trumpets] Am Dm Am E Am
Dm Am
So get up kid, you're not licked yet!
E
I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet
E Am Dm
Slooooooooow down, little girl
G Am
You've lost your way in this world
Am Dm
Slow down and start again
G Am
You'll feel much better in the end
Am
August's from the old country, came over on a ship
Am
It was like a floating oil drum, it barely made the trip
Dm
She knew that she'd been screwed as soon as she pulled up to the spit
E Am
Now she knows it's girls like her who compose the dark streets below
E Am E
These folks got nowhere left to go but the dark streets below
Am E
The dark streets below
Am E
The dark streets below
Am E
The dark streets below
Am
The dark streets below!