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6 6 6 -6 6 5 5 -5 6 6 7 -7 -6 I am just a poor boy.Though my story's seldom told, -6 -7 -6 6 6 -6 6 -4 I have squandered my resistance -4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 4 -4 -5 5 4 For a pocketful of mumbles,Such are promises 7 7 -7 7 7 7 7 -7 All lies and jest,Still, a man hears -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6 what he wants to hear And disregards the rest 5 -5 6 -4 -4 5 -5 5 -4 4 mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm 5 -5 6 6 6 6 6 6-5 5 When I left my home and my family, 5 -5 6 7 7 -7 -6 I was no more than a boy -6 -6 -6 6 6 6 6 -4 In the company of strangers -4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 4 -4 In the quiet of the railway station, -5 5 4 7 -7 7 Running scared,Laying low, 7 -7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -6 Seeking out the poorer quarters -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -5 6 Where the ragged people go, 5 -5 6 -4 -4 5 -5-5 5 -4 4 Looking for the places only they would know. CHORUS: 7 -7 7 7 -7 7 -7 -7 -6 6 Lie la lie,lie la lie la lie la lie 7 -7 7 -8 8 -9 8 -8 7 -8 lie la lie,lie la lie la la la la 7 7 7 -7 7 la la la la lie 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 5 4 -4 5 5 5 5 5 Asking only workman's wages,I come looking for a job, 5 5 5 5 5 -4 -4 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 But I get no offers.Just a come-on from the whores 5 4 -4 -5 5 4 7 7 -7 7 7 7 -7 On Seventh Avenue.I do declare,There were times -7 -7 -7 -7 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6 when I was so lonesome,I took some comfort there. CHORUS: 5 -5 6 6 6 6 6 5 5 Then I'm laying out my winter clothes -5 6 7 7 -7 -6 -6 5 6 And wishing I was gone,going home -4 5 -5 -5 -5-5 -5 5 4 -4 -5 5 4 Where the New York City winters,are not bleeding me, 7 -7 -6 -6 5 6 Leading me,going home. 5 -5 6 6 6 6 6 5 5 -5 6 7 In the clearing stands a boxer,and a fighter 7 -7 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 6 6 6 -4 by his trade,and he carries the reminders 5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 4 of ev'ry glove that laid him down -4 -5 5 4 -4 -5 5 6 6 6 7 or cut him till he cried out in his anger 7 -7 7 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -6 and his shame,"I am leaving,I am leaving." -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6 But the fighter still remains CHORUS:
