C Am 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 Am G F All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear C G F Em Dm C And disregards the rest m m m m .. C Am 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 Am G F Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters C Where the ragged people go G F Em C Looking for the places only they would know C Am G Am G F C Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie C Am 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 Am 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 Am 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 Em Am G Leading meeeeeeeeee to going home. C Am 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 Am 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 Em Dm C M m m m... C Am G Am G F C Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie...
