C I am just a poor boy. Am Though my story's seldom told, G I have squandered my resistance G7 C For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises Am All lies and jest G F Still a man hears what he wants to hear C G C And disregards the rest. When I left my home And my family, Am I was no more than a boy G In the company of strangers G7 In the quiet of the railway station, C Running scared, Am Laying low, G F Seeking out the poorer quarters C Where the ragged people go G Looking for the places F Em Dm C Only they would know Am Lie-la-lie, Em Am Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, F G C Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie. Asking only workman's wages Am I come looking for a job, G But I get no offers, G7 Just a come-on from the whores C On Seventh Avenue Am I do declare, G F There were times when I was so lonesome C I took some comfort there. G C Ooo-la-la la-la la-la Then I'm laying out my winter clothes Am And wishing I was gone, G Going home G7 Where the New York City winters C Aren't bleeding me, Em Am Leading me - e, G C Going home. C In the clearing stands a boxer, Am And a fighter by his trade G And he carries the reminders G7 Of ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out Am In his anger and his shame, G F "I am leaving, I am leaving." C G G7 C But the fighter still remains Am Lie-la-lie, Em Am Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, F G C Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.
faltou a nota "c" na linha "Or cut him till he cried out"