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I am jCust a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told, Am
I have squaGndered my resistance
For a pockG7et full of mumblesG6, Such are promises C
All lies and jest Am
Still a maGn hears what he wants to hear F
And disregards the rest. C G G7 G6 C
CWhen I left my home And my family,
I was no more than a boy Am
In the comGpany of strangers
In the quiG7et of the railwaG7y station,
CRunning scared,
Laying low, Am
Seeking out thGe poorer quarters F
Where the ragged peCople go
Looking for thGe places
G7Only tG6hey would knowC
lie-la-liAme,
GAm
Lie-la-lie Fla la la la, Lie la Gla la la lie. C
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, Am
But I get no offersG,
Just a comeG7-on from the whores G6
On Seventh Avenue C
I do declareAm,
There were times wheGn I was so lonesome F
I took some comfort there. C
Ooo-la-lGa la-la la-la G7 G6 C
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, Am
Going home G
Where the New YorkG7 City winters G6
Aren't bleeCding me,
Leading me - eAm,
Going home.G C
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade Am
And he carrieGs the reminders
Of eG7v'ry glove that laid hiG6m down
Or cuCt him till he cried out
In his angAmer and his shame,
"I am leaGving, I am leaving.F"
But the fightCer still remains G G7 G6 C
Lie-la-lie,Am
GAm
Lie-la-lie Fla la la la, Lie la Gla la la lie. C
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