Standard (EADGBE)

: 320030; : X22000

I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest hmhmhmhmhm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of a railway station, running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie, lie la la la la la lie, lie la lie

Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.

Asking only workman’s wages I come looking for a job

But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh’ Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

La la la la la Interlude

Lie la lie, lie la la la la la lie, lie la lie

Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

Going home

.. where the New York City winters aren’t

bleeding me

Leading me, going home

In the clearing stands the boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries a reminder of ev’ry glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie lie la and so on ……..again if you want