Fa(3)                                                                Rém
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         Do(2)                                             Solm                  Do                       Fa(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                Rém               Do                         La#(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            Fa               Do   Do7  Do6  Fa(4)
And disregards the rest.

         Fa(3)                                                                            Rém
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          Do(2)                                      Do7       Do6                     Fa(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Rém                  Do                  La#(2)                                                Fa
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            Do                   Do7           Do6           Fa
Looking for the places only they would know

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       Rém(2)         Do(2)                  Rém(2)          Do                       La#       Fa(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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