C                                           Am                   
I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told, 
       G                              F
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such  
    C
are promises.    
            Am            G                 F  
All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and  
               C        G   F  G  C
Dis-regards the rest, ummmm 
 
 C                                                      Am
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy 
       G                            Dm           C
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station  
                       Am           C              F
Running scared, laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 
                                    G              F    Em
Where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they 
      C 
would know. 
 
 C     Am          G                         Am
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, lie la lie, 
 G                        F         G  C  
Lie la lie la la la la lie la la la la lie.
 
 C                                                Am
Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking for a job 
               G             Dm               C 
But I get no of-fers, just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue 
 
        Am                    Dm     G     F
I do declare, there were times  when I was so lonesome 
                    C                   G
I took some comfort there__ Ooo-la – la__ la__la la la__ 
 C                                     G7  C              Am
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone 
      G               Dm       G7                G  C
Going home, where the New York City winters are-n’t bleeding me 
        Em  Am        G   C
Leading me,     going home 
       C                                             Am   
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,  
       G                        G7                 C   
And he carries the reminders of every glove that’s laid him down  
           Dm     G7      C                             Am 
Or cut him till he  cried__ out in his anger and his shame
      G             F                                 C   
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”   But the fighter still remains
 
G C  G  F  C          Am 
               Lie-la lie, 
Am     G                        Am 
Lie-la lie-la lie-la lie lie-la-lie 
G          F              C  
Lie-la lie  la la la la – lie. 
Am     G                        Am 
Lie-la lie-la lie-la lie lie-la-lie 
G          F              C  
Lie-la lie  la la la la – lie. 

  G                              Em
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told 
        D                     C 
I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of  
              G                    Em           D           
mumbles such are promises All lies and jest,still a man hears   
       C                          G  D  C  G           
what he wants to hear   disregards the rest 
  G                                                 Em 
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy 
        D                       C  
In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station 
 G                       Em                D                C 
running scared       Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 
 C      
Where the ragged people go                         
             D     C               D    G 
Looking forthe places only they  would know 
     Em          D                       Em              C           
Lie la lie Lie la lie  la lie la lie Lie la lie lie la lie 
               D         G 
la la la la lie la la la  la  
    G                                        Em 
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job 
         D          C                                         G 
But I get no offers  Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Ave 
    Em               D               C 
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took 
           G            D     C   G 
some comfort there ooh la la la la la la 
 G                                                    Em 
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone 
      D           C               D          G 
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me 
       Em          D 
Leading me, going home. 
G                                                 Em     
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
        D  
And he carries 
                C                     G 
the reminders of every glove that laid him down 
Or cut him till he cried  
                  Em             D          C  
out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, 
I am leaving but the fighter  
      G  D  C   Em            D               Em    
still remains  Lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie   
    C           D                  Em 
lie la lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie   
 
Repeat lie la lie etc but end on G fading