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 l ies and j est, still a m an hears what he w ants to hear and disregards the r est
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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
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
Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job
But I get no o ffers, just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do de clare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
La la, la la la la la
(Instrumental) :
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
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading meeeeee , going ho me
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"
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Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie
Lie lie lie, lie (ad lib)