Intro: B

B                                               Abm
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
       Gb
I have squandered my resistance,
      Gb7           Gb                 B
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
             Abm
All lies and jest;
         Gb                 E                                B   Gb Gb7 Gb B
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.


       B                                               Abm
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
       Gb
In the company of strangers,
       Gb7           Gb                B
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.
       Abm          Gb              E
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
                        B
Where the ragged people go.
        Gb               E    Gb    Gb7    B
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.


       Abm      
Lie-la-lie
       Ebm
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
       Abm
Lie la lie
       Gb                               B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 
 

       B                                         Abm
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
             Gb
But I get no offers,
       Gb7               Gb                 B
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
       Abm              Gb                   E
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
                    B     Gb Gb7 Gb B
I took some comfort there.

Interlude: B Abm Gb B Abm Gb E B

       Abm      
Lie-la-lie
       Ebm
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
       Abm
Lie la lie
       Gb                               B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 


        B                                               Abm        Gb
And I m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin home
          Gb7            Gb              B            Ebm       Abm     Gb
Where the New York City winters aren t bleedin me, leadin me  goin home.


       B                                             Abm
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,
       Gb                         Gb7               Gb
And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down,
   B                                              Abm
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
      Gb             E
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
                        B    Gb Gb7 Gb B
But the fighter still remains

Outro:
       Abm      
Lie-la-lie
       Ebm
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
       Abm
Lie la lie
       Gb                               
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x

Gb                                      B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie      
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