[00:10.32] I am just a poor boy
[00:12.11] Though my story's seldom told
[00:15.05] I squandered my resistance
[00:17.22] For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:20.79]
[00:21.74] All lies and jests
[00:23.08] Still a man hears
[00:24.37] What he wants to hear
[00:26.47] And disregards the rest
[00:28.44]
[00:31.38] When I left my home and my family
[00:34.01] I was no more than a boy
[00:36.40] In the company of strangers
[00:38.96] In the quiet of the railway stations running scared
[00:42.53]
[00:43.29] Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
[00:47.00] Where the ragged people go
[00:49.10] Looking for the places
[00:51.22] Only they would know
[00:52.79]
[00:53.75] Asking only workman's wages
[01:11.10] I come looking for a job
[01:13.31] But I get no offers
[01:16.48] Just a come on
[01:17.41] From the whores on seventh avenue
[01:20.72] I do declare there were times
[01:23.13] When I was so lonesome
[01:25.37] I took some comfort there
[01:27.56]
[01:31.05] Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
[01:33.66] And wishing I was home going home
[01:38.95] Where the New York City winters
[01:40.64] Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
[01:47.73]
[02:30.38] In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:35.53] And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
[02:40.93] And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
[02:45.53] I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains