(D)If we're lucky we (D/C#)feel our lives
(Bm)Know when the next (Bm/A)scene arrives
So (G)often we start in the (D)middle and work our way (Asus)out

We go to some (D)grey sky diner for (D/C#)eggs and toast
(Bm)New York Times or the (Bm/A)New York Post
Then we (G)take a ride through the (D)valley of the shadow of (Asus)death
But (G)even (A)for us (D)New Yorkers (D7)

There's a time in every (G)day (G/F#)(Em)
The river takes our (A)breath away

And the (D)Hudson(D/C#), it holds the (Bm)life (Bm/A)
We thought we did it on our (G)own (A)

The (D)river roads (D/C#)collect the tolls
(Bm)For the passage (Bm/A)of our souls
Through (G)silence, over (D)woods, the flowers and (Asus)snow
And (D)past the George (D/C#)Washington Bridge,
Down (Bm)from the trails of (Bm/A)Breakneck Ridge
The (G)river's ancient (D)path is sacred and (Asus)slow

And (G)as it (A)swings through (D)Harlem (D7)
It's every shade of (G)blue (G/F#)(Em)
Into the city of the (A)new brand new

And the (D)Hudson(D/C#), it holds the (Bm)life (Bm/A)
We thought we did it on our (G)own (A)

I (G)thought I (A)had no (D)sense of place or (G)past
Time (G/F#)was too (Em)slow, but (A)then too (Bm)fast
The river (E)takes us home at (G)last (A)

(D)Where and when does the (D/C#)memory take hold,
(Bm)Mountain range in the (Bm/A)Autumn cold
And I (G)thought West Point was (D)Camelot in the (Asus)spring.
If you're (D)lucky you'll find some(D/C#)thing that reflects you
(Bm)Helps you feel your (Bm/A)life protects you
(G)Cradles you and con(D)nects you to every(Asus)thing
This (G)whole life (A)I re(D)member(D7)

As they begged them to it(G)self (G/F#)(Em)
Never turn me into (A)someone else

And the (D)Hudson(D/C#), it holds the (Bm)life (Bm/A)
We thought we did it on our (G)own (A)

And the (D)Hudson(D/C#), holds the (Bm)life (Bm/A)
We thought we did it on our (G)own (A) . . . (D)