A
AI am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom F#mtold.
I have Esquandered my resistance,
For a E7pocketful of Emumbles, such are Apromises.
All lies and F#mjest;
Still, a Eman hears what he Dwants to hear and disregards the ArestE.E7 E A
When I Aleft my home and my family I was no more than a F#mboy,
In the Ecompany of strangers,
In the E7quiet of the Erailway station, Arunnin' scared.
Laying F#mlow, seeking Eout the poorer Dquarters,
Where the ragged people Ago.
Lookin' Efor the places, Donly Ethey E7would Aknow.
Lie-la-F#mlie
Lie-la-C#mlie la lie-la-lie
Lie la F#mlie
Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la Alie
Asking Aonly workman's wages I come lookin' for a F#mjob,
But I get no Eoffers,
Just a E7come-on from the Ewhores on Seventh AAvenue.
I do deF#mclare there were Etimes when I was so Dlonesome,
I took some comfort Athere.E E7 E A
A F#m E A F#m E D A
Lie-la-F#mlie
Lie-la-C#mlie la lie-la-lie
Lie la F#mlie
Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la Alie
And I'm Alaying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was F#mgone, goin Ehome
Where the E7New York City Ewinters aren't Ableedin me,C#m leadin meF#m goin Ehome.E E7 E A
In the Aclearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his F#mtrade,
And he Ecarries the reminders, of E7every glove that Elaid him down,
Or Acut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his F#mshame,
"I am Eleaving, I am Dleaving."
But the fighter still reAmainsE E7 E A
Lie-la-F#mlie
Lie-la-C#mlie la lie-la-lie
Lie la F#mlie
Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x
ELie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la Alie
* Alternates:
Open
A B
F#m Abm G#m
E F#
E7 F#7
D E
C#m Ebm
Capo IV
A G
F#m Em
E D
E7 D7
D C
C#m Bm
Open (These chords are not in the original key)
A D
F#m Bm
E A
E7 A7
D G
C#m F#m
Set8