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DO LAm
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
SOL
I have squandered my resistance
DO
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
LAm SOL FA
All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear
DO SOL DO
And disregards the rest
LAm
When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy
SOL
In the company of strangers
REm7 DO
In the quiet of a railway station running scared
LAm SOL FA
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
SOL FA MIm REm DO
Looking for the places only they would know
LAm
Lie-la-lie
SOL
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
LAm
Lie la lie
SOL FA SOL DO
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie
LAm
Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job
SOL
But I get no offers
REm7 DO
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
LAm REm7 SOL FA DO
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
SOL DO
Ooo-la-la la la la la
LAm
Lie-la-lie
SOL
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
LAm
Lie la lie
SOL FA SOL DO
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie
DO
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
SOL7 DO LAm
And wishing I was gone
SOL REm7 SOL7 SOL DO
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
LAm
Leading me
SOL
Going Home
DO LAm
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
SOL
And he carries the reminders
SOL7 DO REm7 SOL7 DO
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down or cut him 'till he cried out
LAm
In his anger and his shame
SOL FA DO
"I am Leaving, I am Leaving." But the Fighter still remains
SOL DO SOL FA DO
LAm
Lie-la-lie
SOL
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie
LAm
Lie la lie
SOL FA LAm
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie
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