[ C]I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [ Am]told I have [ G]squandered my resistance For a [ G7]pocket full of [ G6]mumbles, such are [ C]promises All lies and [ Am]jest, still a [ G]man hears what he [ F]wants to hear And disregards the [ C]rest [ G] [ G7] [ G6] [ C]
When I [ C]left my home and my family, I was no more than a [ Am]boy In the [ G]company of strangers In the [ G7]quiet of a [ G6]railway station, [ C]running scared Laying [ Am]low, seeking [ G]out the poorer [ F]quarters Where the ragged people [ C]go Looking [ G]for the places [ G7]only [ F]they would [ C]know -------------------------------------------------------- [Chorus] Lie la [ Am]lie, Lie la [ Em]lie la lie la lie, Lie la [ Am]lie, [ G]Lie la lie la la la la, lie [ F]la la la la [ C]lie. -------------------------------------------------------- Asking [ C]only workman's wages I come looking for a [ Am]job But I get no [ G]offers Just a [ G7]come-on from the [ G6]whores on Seventh [ C]Avenue I do de[ Am]clare, there were [ G]times when I was [ F]so lonesome I took some comfort [ C]there [ G]Lie lie lie lie la [ F] [ F] [ C]
Then I'm [ C]laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was [ Am]gone Going[ G]home where the[ G7]New York City winters[ G6]aren't [ C]bleeding me [ Em] Leading [ Am]me, to going [ G]home [ G7] [ C]
In the [ C]clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [ Am]trade And he [ G]carries a reminder of ev'ry [ G7]glove that laid him down Or [ C]cut him till he cried out in his anger and his [ Am]shame I am [ G]leaving, I am [ F]leaving But the fighter still re[ C]mains mmm[ Gmm mmmm [ G7] [ C]