I am just a poor boy and 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, hmmmm
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 li li li li li
Li la li
li la li li li li li
la la la li 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 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Li la li...
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rocking evenly
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be
That's not unusual.
It isn't strange after changes upon changes we are more or less the same
After changes, we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And I'm laying out my winter clothes, 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
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
THANKS
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