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  • I am just a poor boy
    Though my story's seldom told
    I squandered my resistance
    For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

    All lies and jests
    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 stations running scared

    Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
    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 whores on seventh avenue
    I do declare there were times
    When I was so lonesome
    I took some comfort there

    Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
    And wishing I was home going home
    Where the New York City winters
    Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home

    In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
    And he carries the reminder 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
  • [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