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