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