C : I am just a poor boy. :Am Though my story's seldom told, :G : I have squandered my resistance :G7 : :C : : For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises :Am All lies and jest :G :F Still a man hears what he wants to hear : :C :G : : :C : : : And disregards the rest. : When I left my home : And my family, : Am I was no more than a boy :G : In the company of strangers :G7 : : In the quiet of the railway station, C : : Running scared, :Am Laying low, :G :F Seeking out the poorer quarters : :C Where the ragged people go :G : Looking for the places F Em Dm :C : Only they would know :Am Lie-la-lie, :G : :Am : Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, :F :G :C : : : Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie. : : Asking only workman's wages : :Am I come looking for a job, :G : But I get no offers, :G7 Just a come-on from the whores :C : : On Seventh Avenue :Am I do declare, :G :F There were times when I was so lonesome : :C I took some comfort there. :G : : :C : Ooo-la-la la-la la-la : : Then I'm laying out my winter clothes : :Am And wishing I was gone, :G : Going home :G7 : Where the New York City winters :C : : Aren't bleeding me, :Em :Am : Leading me - e, :G : :C : Going home. :C : In the clearing stands a boxer, : :Am And a fighter by his trade :G : And he carries the reminders :G7 : Of ev'ry glove that laid him down : : Or cut him till he cried out : :Am In his anger and his shame, :G :F "I am leaving, I am leaving." : :C :G :G7 :C : But the fighter still remains :Am Lie-la-lie, :G : :Am : Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, :F :G :C : : : Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.