La#(3)                                                                Solm
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
         Fa(2)                                             Dom                  Fa                       La#(3)
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                Solm               Fa                         Ré#(2)
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                            La#               Fa   Fa7  Fa6  La#(4)
And disregards the rest.

         La#(3)                                                                            Solm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          Fa(2)                                      Fa7       Fa6                     La#(3)
In the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Solm                  Fa                  Ré#(2)                                                La#
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
            Fa                   Fa7           Fa6           La#
Looking for the places only they would know

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       Solm(2)         Fa(2)                  Solm(2)          Fa                       Ré#       La#(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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