Written by Walter Becker/Donald Fagen
A Bm7 D E7 A .... 1. I'm not one to look behind, I know that times, must change, Bm7 D E7 A.... But over there in Barry Town they do things very strange. F#m C#m D C#m E And though you're not my enemy, I like things like they used to be; A Bm7 D C#m Bm7 And though you'd like some company, I'm standing by myself, D C#m Bm7 Go and play with someone else. Chorus F#m E D C#m Bm7 A I can see by what you carry that you came from Barry Town. A Bm7 D E7 A 2. Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard; I just read the Daily News and swear by every word. F#m C#m D C#m E And don't think that I'm out of line for speaking for what is mine; A Bm7 D C#m Bm7 I like to see you just fine, but looking at what you wear D C#m Bm7 And the way you cut you hair. Chorus Interlude F Am7 Bmaj9 F Am7 In the beginning we recall the word was hurled; Barry Town people got to be from Bmaj9 another world. A Bm7 D E7 A 3. Leave me or I'll be just like the others that you meet; They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street. F#m C#m D C#m E And don't you scream or make a shout; it's nothing you can do about; A Bm7 D C#m Bm7 It was there where you came out, it's a special lack of grace, D C#m Bm7 I can see it on your face. Chorus & repeat 3 x