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.
Um...
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin for the places, only they would know.
Lie-la-lie ...
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue.
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...
(instrumental)
Lie-la-lie ...
Then Im laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the New York city winters aren't bleeding me.
Leading me, to 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,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving.
But the fighter still remains.
Lie-la-lie ...
