A F#m
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
E
I have squandered my existence
E A
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
F#m E D
All lies in jest 'til a man hears what he wants to hear
A E D E A
And disregards the rest
A
Well, I left my home and my family
F#m E
I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers
A F#m
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared, laying low
E D A
Seeking out the poor quarters where the ragged people go
E D E A
Looking for the places only they would know
F#m E
Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie, Lie, Lie-la-Lie,
F#m D E A
Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie La-La-La-La Lie
A
Only seeking workman's wages
F#m E
I come looking for a job, but I get no offers
E A
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
F#m E D
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
A E D E A
I took some comfort there
A
In a-laying out my winter clothes
F#m E
And wishing I was home, going home
E A
Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me
F#m E
Bleeding me, going home
A E F#m E
La La La La La, La,
A E F#m E
La-La La La La-La La La La-La,
D E A
La-La La La La
A F#m
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
E
And he carries the reminders
A
Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him
F#m
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
E D A E
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains
F#m E
Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie, Lie, Lie-la-Lie,
F#m D E A
Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie La-La-La-La Lie
F#m E F#m D E A
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