Guitar I am just a poor boy though my story seldom told I have squandered my resistance for pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what wants to hear and disregards the rest Hmm hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers in quiet of the railway station runnin' scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quar- ters where the ragged people Lookin' the places they would know Lie la Lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie la lie lie la lie la la la la lie Asking only workman's a wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just come-on from the whores Seventh Avenue I do declare there were when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there La la la la la la la Lie la lie Chorus Lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie la lie lie la lie la la la la lie Then laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone goin New York City aren't bleeding me Leading me Goin' In the clearing stands a boxer Rhy. and a fighter Rhy. by his Rhy. trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter Rhy. still remains Hmm hmm Lie la Lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la Lie la lie lie la lie la la la la Lie