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