[Verse]
[C]I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom to[Am]told
I have squa[G]squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are p[C]promises
All lies and [Am]jest still a m[G]man hears what he wa[F]wants to hear
And disregards the r[C]rest [G] [C]
When I left my home and family I was no more than a b[Am]boy
In the co[G]company of strangers
In the q[Dm7]quiet of a railway station running[C]running scared
Laying [Am]low seeking o[G]ut the
poorer qua[F]rters where the ragged people[C] go
Looking f[G]or the places o[F]nly t[Em]hey w[Dm]ould k[C]now
[Interlude]
Lie-la-l[Am]Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-l[G]Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la l[Am]lie
[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la[G]la la [C]lie
[Verse]
Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a j[Am]job
But I get no off[G]offers
Just a co[Dm7]come-on from the whores on seventh a[C]avenue
I do dec[Am]declare there were tim[Dm7]times when [G]I was [F]
so lonesome I took some comfort th[C]ere
[Interlude]
Ooo-la-l[G]Ooo-la-la la la la la [C]
Lie-la-l[Am]Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-l[Em]Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la l[Am]lie
[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la [G]la l[C]la lie
[Verse]
[C]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[G7]And [C]wishing I was g[Am]gone
Going h[G]home where the [Dm7]New York [G7]City winters aren[G]aren't [C]bleeding me
Leading me [Am]
Going Ho[G]Home
In the [C]clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [Am]trade
And he car[G]carries the reminders
Of e[G7]v'ry glove that l[C]aid him down
or cut him '[Dm7]till he [G7]cried out [C]
In his anger and his sha[Am]shame
"I am Le[G]aving, I am Lea[F]ving." But the
Fighter still r[C]emains [G] [C] [G] [F] [C]
[Interlude]
Lie-la-l[Am]Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-[Em]Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la l[Am]lie
L[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la[Am]la lie
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