I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told i have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles sush are promises all les 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 quiest of the railway station running scared,laying low seeking out the poorer quarter where the ragged people go looking for the places only they would know asking only workman's wages i come looking for a job but i get no offers just a come-on from the hores on seventh avenue i do declare there were times when i was so lonesome i took some comfort there 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 or cut him till he cried out in his angervand his shame "i am leaving,i am leaving." but the fighter still remains
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