Gm
Born in a slum in Rome
Cm
Born in filth and rags
D
You climb the weary road of youth
Gm
Alone and often sad


Gm
You climb the hills your feet get sore
Cm
And then your heart goes numb
D
And as you reach your teenage years
Gm
A whore you do become


Cm
And as I see you
D                 Gm
My eyes fill with tears
Cm
It?s the same old story
D                      Gm
It?s been going on for years


Gm  Cm
Well now all around you men do fall
D
But you know don?t you know
Gm
That you?re just lust?s pawn


Gm
The poverty you felt in youth
Cm
Well it still plays a part
D
The poverty once in your purse
Gm
Well now it?s in your heart


Cm
And as I see you
D                 Gm
My eyes fill with tears
Cm
It?s the same old story
D                      Gm
It?s been going on for years


Gm
So now the money starts to flow
Cm
Well how sweet for a short time
D
But then the sweetness does turn sour
Gm
It?s another weary time


Cm
And as I see you
D                 Gm
My eyes fill with tears
Cm
It?s the same old story
D                      Gm
It?s been going on for years



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