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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still the 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 station, runnin' scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Li la li Li la la la, li la li Li la li Li la la la, li la li La la la la, li Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' 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 La la la la la la la Li la li Li la la la, li la li Li la li Li la la la, li la li La la la la, li And I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me goin' 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 Li la li Li la la la, li la li Li la li Li la la la, li la li La la la la, li Li la la la, li la li Li la li Li la la la, li la li La la la la, li Li la la la, li la li Li la li Li la la la, li la li La la la la, li ...
