I AM JUST A POOR BOY
THOUGH MY STORY'S
SELDOM TOLD
I HAVE SQUANDERED
MY RESISTANCE
FOR A POCKETFUL
OF MUMBLES
SUCH ARE PROMISES
ALL LIES AND JEST
STILL A MAN HEARS
WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR
AND DISREGARDS THE REST
MMM.....
WHEN I LEFT MY HOME
AND MY FAMILY
I'S 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
LOOKIN' FOR THE PLACES
ONLY THEY WOULD KNOW
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LA-LA
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LA-LA
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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
MMM...
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LA-LA
LIE-LA-LIE, LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LIE-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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LIE-LA-LIE
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LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LIE
LIE-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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LIE-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LIE
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