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!