Mi(3)                                                                Do#m
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         Si(2)                                             Fa#m                  Si                       Mi(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                Do#m               Si                         La(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            Mi               Si   Si7  Si6  Mi(4)
And disregards the rest.

         Mi(3)                                                                            Do#m
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          Si(2)                                      Si7       Si6                     Mi(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Do#m                  Si                  La(2)                                                Mi
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            Si                   Si7           Si6           Mi
Looking for the places only they would know

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       Do#m(2)         Si(2)                  Do#m(2)          Si                       La       Mi(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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