C
I am just a poor boy.
Am
Though my story's seldom told,
G
I have squandered my resistance
G7 G6 C
For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises
Am
All lies and jest
G F
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
C G G7 G6 C
And disregards the rest.
C
When I left my home And my family,
Am
I was no more than a boy
G
In the company of strangers
G7 G7
In the quiet of the railway station,
C
Running scared,
Am
Laying low,
G F
Seeking out the poorer quarters
C
Where the ragged people go
G
Looking for the places
G7 G6 C
Only they would know
Am
lie-la-lie,
G Am
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie,
F G C
Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.
Asking only workman's wages
Am
I come looking for a job,
G
But I get no offers,
G7 G6
Just a come-on from the whores
C
On Seventh Avenue
Am
I do declare,
G F
There were times when I was so lonesome
C
I took some comfort there.
G G7 G6 C
Ooo-la-la la-la la-la
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes
Am
And wishing I was gone,
G
Going home
G7 G6
Where the New York City winters
C
Aren't bleeding me,
Am
Leading me - e,
G C
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
Am
And a fighter by his trade
G
And he carries the reminders
G7 G6
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
C
Or cut him till he cried out
Am
In his anger and his shame,
G F
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
C G G7 G6 C
But the fighter still remains
Am
Lie-la-lie,
G Am
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie,
F G C
Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.