Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Old Man Harlem

Verse:
Day-light gives me the shivers,
Harlem did it some-how
Always hav-ing the jitters,
Should be used to it now
Seventh Av-en-ue night life,
Gets me bod-y and soul,
Len-ox Av-en-ue mid-night,
Gets my Sat-ur-day roll
Chorus:
Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches
I've got Old Man Har-lem in my bones
Always finds me danc-ing when the day breaks,
But that Old Man Harlem keeps me roll-ing on
He takes all your dough and keeps you skimp-ing,
Makes you old and gray be-fore you're limp-ing
Old Man Harlem gives me Sunday head-aches,
But that Old Man Harlem keeps me rolling on