Do(3)                                                                Lam
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         Sol(2)                                             Rém                  Sol                       Do(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                Lam               Sol                         Fa(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            Do               Sol   Sol7  Sol6  Do(4)
And disregards the rest.

         Do(3)                                                                            Lam
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          Sol(2)                                      Sol7       Sol6                     Do(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Lam                  Sol                  Fa(2)                                                Do
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            Sol                   Sol7           Sol6           Do
Looking for the places only they would know

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       Lam(2)         Sol(2)                  Lam(2)          Sol                       Fa       Do(2)
Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie, Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.


Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
Lie lie lie lie la

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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminders of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains
mmm mmm

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