Tom: D
(capo 2ª casa)
D Bm
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
A
I have squandered my resistance,
D
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
Bm
All lies and jest.
A G D A D
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
D Bm
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
A
In the company of strangers,
D
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Bm A G
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
D
Where the ragged people go.
A G A D
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.
Bm F#m
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
Bm G A D
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
A Bm
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
A
But I get no offers,
D
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
Bm A G
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
D A
I took some comfort there la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
D Bm
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
A D
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Bm F#m A D
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.
D Bm
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
A
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
D Bm
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
A G
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
D A D
But the fighter still remains.
