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