C	C	C	Am
	I am just a	poor boy though my	story's seldom	told

	G	G	G7	G6	C	C
I have	squandered my	resistance, for a	pocket full of	mumbles, such are	promises

	Am	G	F
All lies and	jest, still a	man hears what he	wants to hear

	F	C	G	G7	G6	C	C
And	disregards the	rest

	C	C	C	Am
When I	left my home and my	family, I was	no more than a	boy

	G	G	G7	G6	C	C
In the	company of	strangers, in the	quiet of a	railway station,	running scared

	Am	G	F
Laying	low, seeking	out the poorer	quarters

	F	C	G	G7	G6	C	C
Where the	ragged people	go, looking	for the places	only	they would	know

	Am	Am	G	G	Am	Am
Lie-la-	lie	, Lie-la-	lie la lie-la-	lie, Lie-la-	lie,

	G	F	C	C
Lie-la-	lie la la la la,	lie la la la la	lie

	C	C	C	Am
Asking	only workman's	wages I come	looking for a	job

	G	G	G7	G6	C	C
But I get no	offers	, just a	come-on from the	whores on Seventh	Avenue

	Am	G	F
I do de	clare, there were	times when I was	so lonesome

	F	C	G	G7	G6	C	C
I	took some comfort	there,	lie lie lie lie la

	C	C	C	Am
Then I'm	laying out my	winter clothes and	wishing I was	gone

	G	G	G7	C6	C	C
Going	home	, where the	New York City	winters aren't	bleeding me

	Am	G	G7	G6	C	C
Leading	me, to going	home

	C	C	C	Am
In the	clearing stands a	boxer and a	fighter by his	trade

	G	G	G7	G6	C	C
And he	carries a re	minder of	every glove that	laid him down or	cut him till he	cried out

	C	Am	G	F
In his	anger and his	shame, I am	leaving, I am	leaving

	F	C	G	G7	G6	C
But the	fighter still re	mains mmm	mm mmmm

	C	C	C	Am
And the	years are rolling	by me, they are	rocking even	ly

	G	G	G7	G6	C	C
I am	older than I	once was, and	younger than I'll	be that's not un	usual

	C	Am
	No it isn't	strange

	G	F	F	C
After	changes upon	changes we are	more or less the	same

	G	G7	G6	C
After	changes we are	more or	less the	same