I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie-la-lie lie lie lie lie
Now the years are rolling by me
The are rocking easily
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be
But that's not unusual
It isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are
More or less the same
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie lie la la la la lie
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie lie la la la la lie
Lie la la la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie lie la la la la lie
Lie la la la lie la lie
Lie la lie lie la la la lie lie lie la la la la lie
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