10 acessos
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,
:G : :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,
:G : :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.