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