Empire State Of Mind chords ver. 2 with lyrics by Ed Sheeran for guitar and ukulele @ Guitaretab

Ed Sheeran – Empire State Of Mind chords ver. 2

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I saw the chords by tutt_81. I couldn't be bothered to re-tune to Eb so worked it out in standard.
It sounds ok to me!
Hope you like it.

B   799877
E   022100
D#  x68880
G#m 466444
F#  244322

[Verse]
B Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn
B Now I'm down in Tribeca
BRight next to DeNiro
BBut I’ll be hood forever
EI’m the new Sinatra
EAnd since I made it here
E EI can make it anywhere
E Yeah, they love me everywhere
B I used to cop in Harlem
B Hola my Dominicanos
BRight there up on Broadway
BBrought me back to that McDonalds
ETook it to my stash spot
E560 State street
E F#Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
BCruising down 8th street
B Off-white Lexus
B Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
EMe I’m out that Bed-Stuy
EHome of that boy Biggie
ENow I live on Billboard
E And I brought my boys with me
[Bridge]
G#mSay what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tais
F# Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
D#Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from [Chorus]
ENew York
F# G#mConcrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
BThere's nothing you can’t do
ENow you’re in New York
F# G#mThese streets will make you feel brand new
BBig lights will inspire you
ELet's hear it for New York
[Verse 2] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip, though But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot Corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa stuff Home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add 8 million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade [pre-chorus] 3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade Long live the king yo I’m from the Empire State, that's: [Chorus] [Bridge] [same chords as the chorus but played as bar chords] Welcome to the bright light Lights is blinding Girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick The side lines is lined with casualties Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse Don’t bite the apple, Eve Caught up in the in-crowd Now you're in-style And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out The city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien [Chorus] [Bridge]
EOne hand in the air for the big city
EStreet lights, big dreams all looking pretty
F#No place in the world that can compare
D#Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"
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