I am just a poor boy
though my story's
seldom told
I have 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
Hoo ooh hoo hoo
Hoo ooh hoo hoo
When I left my home
and family I was
no more than a boy
in the company
of strangers
In the quiet of the
railway station
running scared
Laying low
seeking out the
poorer quarters
where the ragged
people go
Looking for the places
only they would know
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie lie la lie
lie la lie
La la lie lie lie lie lie lie
la la la lie
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
La la la la la la laa
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie lie la lie
lie la lie
La la lie lie lie lie lie lie
la la la lie
And I'm laying out
my winter clothes
and wishing I was
gone, going home
Where the New York
City winters aren't
bleeding me
Bleeding me...
going home
In the clearing stands
a boxer and a fighter
by his trade
and he carries
the reminders
Of ev'ry glove
that layed 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 hoo ooh hoo
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