C          : 
I am just a poor boy. 
                        :Am 
Though my story's seldom told, 
      :G              : 
I have squandered my resistance 
     :G7            :                 :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 :  :  :C :  :  : 
And disregards the rest. 


      :  
When I left my home 
      : 
And my family, 
     :              Am 
I was no more than a boy 
      :G         : 
In the company of strangers 
      :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 
F    Em   Dm   :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 
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          :   :  :C : 
Ooo-la-la la-la la-la 


        :             :  
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 
   :             :Am  
And wishing I was gone, 
     :G   : 
Going home 
          :G7           : 
 Where the New York City winters 
      :C           :  : 
Aren't bleeding me, 
        :Em  :Am :  
 Leading me - e, 
      :G    :  :C : 
 Going home. 


      :C                : 
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
     :              :Am 
And a fighter by his trade 
      :G            : 
And he carries the reminders 
  :G7              :  
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
  :               :  
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 :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.