Ré(3)                                                                Sim
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         La(2)                                             Mim                  La                       Ré(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                Sim               La                         Sol(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            Ré               La   La7  La6  Ré(4)
And disregards the rest.

         Ré(3)                                                                            Sim
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          La(2)                                      La7       La6                     Ré(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Sim                  La                  Sol(2)                                                Ré
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            La                   La7           La6           Ré
Looking for the places only they would know

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       Sim(2)         La(2)                  Sim(2)          La                       Sol       Ré(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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