Do#(3)                                                                La#m
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         Sol#(2)                                             Ré#m                  Sol#                       Do#(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                La#m               Sol#                         Fa#(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            Do#               Sol#   Sol#7  Sol#6  Do#(4)
And disregards the rest.

         Do#(3)                                                                            La#m
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          Sol#(2)                                      Sol#7       Sol#6                     Do#(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          La#m                  Sol#                  Fa#(2)                                                Do#
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            Sol#                   Sol#7           Sol#6           Do#
Looking for the places only they would know

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       La#m(2)         Sol#(2)                  La#m(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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