Tom: C
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.........................
