C
I am just a poor boy though my story's
                      Am
Seldom told i have squandered my resistance
       F                              C
For a pocketful of munbles such are promises
              Am           G
All lies and jest still a man hears 
         F                                C   G    C
What he wants to hear and disregards the rest
        C
When i left my home and my family
                     Am
I was no more than a boy 
        G
In the company of strangers
        F
In the quiet of the railway 
          C
Station runing scared
        Am          G               F
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
                         C
Where the ragged people go
         G                              C
Looking for the places only they would know
   Am         G      Am       F     G     C
Lai lai lai lai lai lai…………
C
Asking only workman's wages 
                     Am                 G
I come looking for a job  but i get no offers
        F
Just a come-on from the whores on 
         C
Seventh avenue
      Am                  G
I do declare there were times
            F
When i was so lonesome 
                      C        G                C
I took some confort there la la la la la------ solo de gaita
    C
Then i'm laying out my winter
                           Am         G
Clothes and wishing i was gone going home
          F
Were the new york city winters 
          C             Em  Am  G          C
Aren't  bleeding me, leading me to go home
         C
In the clearing stands a boxer 
                      Am
And a fighter by his trade
        G
And he carries the reminders
    F
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
    C
Or cut him till he cried out
                      Am
In his anger and his shame
        G            F
I am leaving, i am leaving but the
                C                 G         C
Fighter still remains  hum hum hum hum
   Am    G   Am  F      G       C
Lai lai lai lai lai.........................