 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.
Well, 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.
Li li li li...
Only seeking 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
In a laying out my winter clothes and wishing
I was home going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me, bleeding me, going home.
Da da da da...
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 danger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains.
Li li li li...
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