C# A#m I am just a poor boy though my storyʼs seldom told G# I have squandered my resistance F# C# For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises A#m G# F# All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear C# G# F# Fm D#m C# And disregards the rest m m m m .. C# A#m When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy G# In the company of strangers F# C# In the quiet of a railway station, running scared A#m G# F# Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters C# Where the ragged people go G# F# Fm C# Looking for the places only they would know C# A#m G# A#m G# F# C# Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie C# A#m Asking only workmanʼs wages I come looking for a job G# But I get no offers F# C# Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue A#m G# F# I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome C# I took some comfort there G# F# C# Lie lie lie lie la C# A#m Then Iʼm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone G# F# C# Going home where the New York City winters arenʼt bleeding me Fm A#m G# Leading meeeeeeeeee to going home. C# A#m In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade G# F# And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down C# A#m Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame G# I am leaving, I am leaving C# But the fighter still remains G# F# Fm D#m C# M m m m... C# A#m G# A#m G# F# C# Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie...
