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