G Em
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told.
D C D7
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
G
Such are promises.
Em D C
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
G -D-C-D7-G
And disregards the rest.
G Em
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
D C D7
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station,
G
Running scared.
Em D C G
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go,
C D7 G
Looking for the places only they would know.
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Em D D7 Em
Lie-la lie, lie-la-la-la-lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie,
C D7 G
Lie-la-la-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-la-la-lie.
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G Em D
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers,
C D7 G
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
Em D C
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
G -D-C-D7-G
I took some comfort there
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G Em
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
D C D7 G
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,
Em D-C-D7-G
Leading me, going home.
G Em
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
D C D7
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
G Em
And cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
D C G-D-C-D7-G
"I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains.
<chorus>
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