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(capo 2ª casa)
Mib Dom
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
Sib
I have squandered my resistance,
Mib
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
Dom
All lies and jest.
Sib Sol# Mib Sib Mib
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
Mib Dom
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
Sib
In the company of strangers,
Mib
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Dom Sib Sol#
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Mib
Where the ragged people go.
Sib Sol# Sib Mib
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.
Dom Solm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
Dom Sol# Sib Mib
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
Sib Dom
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
Sib
But I get no offers,
Mib
Just a come-on from the s on Seventh Avenue.
Dom Sib Sol#
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
Mib Sib
I took some comfort there la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Mib Dom
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Sib Mib
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Dom Solm Sib Mib
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.
Mib Dom
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
Sib
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Mib Dom
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
Sib Sol#
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
Mib Sib Mib
But the fighter still remains.
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