[Intro]
| C |
[Strophe]
C                                              Am 
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told 
       G 
I have squandered my resistance 
      F                             C 
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises 
             Am           G                 F 
All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear 
                   C      G    F G C 
And disregards the rest
[Strophe]
C                                            Am 
When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy 
       G 
In the company of strangers 
       F                          C 
In the quiet of a railway station running scared 
       Am          G              F                                C 
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go 
        G              F    G          C 
Looking for the places only they would know
[Refrain]
       Am 
Lie-la-lie 
       Em 
Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie 
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                           C 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie
[Strophe]
C                                        Am 
Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job 
             G 
But I get no offers 
       F                                  C 
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue 
       Am               G                F                               C 
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there 
      G               C 
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
[Instrumentale]
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| C | C Am | G |
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| F | C G | F | C |
[Refrain]
       Am 
Lie-la-lie 
       Em 
Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie 
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                           C 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie
[Strophe]
         C 
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 
                  Am 
And wishing I was gone 
      G              G7                           C 
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me 
Em          Am 
 Leading me-e 
      G      C 
Going home
[Strophe]
C                                            Am 
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade 
       G 
And he carries the reminders 
   G                                 C 
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down or cut him 'till he cried out 
                     Am 
In his anger and his shame 
      G             F                                  C 
"I am leaving, I am leaving."  But the fighter still remains 
        G       F G C 
Hm, hm, hm
[Refrain]
       Am 
Lie-la-lie 
       Em 
Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie 
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ Am ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie  
Am          Em 
     Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie  
       Am 
Lie la lie 
       G                          [ C ] 
Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie
[Outro]
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| C G | F | C    C