(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 mumbles such are (C) promises

All lies and (Am) jests still a (G) man hears what he (F) wants to hear

And disregards the (C) rest hmm(G7)mmmm (C)

(C) When I 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 the railway station (C) running scared

Laying (Am) low seeking (G) out the poorer (F) quarters

Where the ragged people (C) go

Looking (G7) for the places (F) only they would (C) know

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (Em) lie lie lie lie lie

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (G7) lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie (C) lie

(C) Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a (Am) job

But I get no (G) offers

Just a (G7) come-on from the 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 lie la (G7) lie lie lie lie (C)

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (Em) lie lie lie lie lie

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (G7) lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie (C) lie

(C) Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was (Am) gone

Going (G) home where the (G7) New York City winters aren't

(C) Bleeding me, (Em) Leading me (Am) going (G) home (C)

In the (C) clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his (Am) trade

And he (G) carries the reminders of (G7) ev'ry 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 m(G7)m (F) (C)

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (Em) lie lie lie lie lie

Lie la (Am) lie Lie la (G7) lie lie lie lie lie lie lie (C)