C5          : 
I am just a poor boy. 
                        :A5 
Though my story's seldom told, 
      :G5              : 
I have squandered my resistance 
     :G5            :                 :C5       :  : 
For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises 
             :A5 
 All lies and jest 
       :G5                :F5 
Still a man hears what he wants to hear 
   :              :C5    :G5 :  :  :C5 :  :  : 
And disregards the rest. 


      :  
When I left my home 
      : 
And my family, 
     :              A5 
I was no more than a boy 
      :G5         : 
In the company of strangers 
      :G5          :                : 
In the quiet of the railway station, 
C5              :  : 
Running scared, 
       :A5 
 Laying low, 
       :G5             :F5 
Seeking out the poorer quarters 
         :             :C5 
Where the ragged people go 
       :G5             : 
Looking for the places 
F5    E5   D5   :C5   : 
Only they would know 


      :A5 
Lie-la-lie,  
      :G5            :          :A5  : 
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie,  
      :F5               :G5              :C5   :  :  :  
Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie. 


      :              : 
Asking only workman's wages 
      :             :A5  
I come looking for a job, 
            :G5      : 
But I get no offers, 
      :G5 
Just a come-on from the whores 
          :C5     :  : 
On Seventh Avenue 
       :A5 
 I do declare, 
          :G5               :F5 
There were times when I was so lonesome 
 :                 :C5 
I took some comfort there. 
      :G5          :   :  :C5 : 
Ooo-la-la la-la la-la 


        :             :  
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 
   :             :A5  
And wishing I was gone, 
     :G5   : 
Going home 
          :G5           : 
 Where the New York City winters 
      :C5           :  : 
Aren't bleeding me, 
        :E5  :A5 :  
 Leading me - e, 
      :G5    :  :C5 : 
 Going home. 


      :C5                : 
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
     :              :A5 
And a fighter by his trade 
      :G5            : 
And he carries the reminders 
  :G5              :  
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
  :               :  
Or cut him till he cried out 
      :             :A5 
In his anger and his shame, 
 

     :G5            :F5 
"I am leaving, I am leaving." 
       :               :C5    :G5 :G5 :C5 : 
But the fighter still remains 


       :A5 
 Lie-la-lie,  
      :G5            :          :A5  : 
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie,  
      :F5               :G5              :C5   :  :  :  
Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.