I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom tol d
I have sq uandered my resistance
For a po cket full of mumbles such are pr omises.
All lies and je st
Still a ma n hears what he w ants to hear
And disregards the r est.
When I le ft my home and my family
I was no more than a bo y
In the co mpany of strangers
In the qu iet of a railway station ru nning scared.
Laying lo w seeking ou t the poorer qu arters
Where the ragged people g o
Looking fo r the places on ly the wo uld kno w.
Lie la li e lie la li e lie lie la lie
Lie la li e
Lie la l ie la lie la lie la la la la l ie.
Asking on ly workmans wages
I come looking for a jo b
But I get no off ers
Just a co me-on from the whores on Seventh Ave nue.
I do decla re there were ti mes when I was s o lonesome
I took some comfort th ere la la l a la la.
Lie la li e lie la li e lie lie la lie
Lie la li e
Lie la l ie la lie la lie la la la la l ie.
Then I 'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was go ne
Going ho me
Where the Ne w York City winters aren't bl eeding me
B leeding me __ __ Going ho me.
In the cl earing stands the boxer
And a fighter by his tra de
And he c arries the reminders
Of Ev ery glove that layed him down
Or cu t him till he cried out
In his anger and his sha me
"I am l eaving I am l eaving!"
But the fighter still r emains.
Lie la li e lie la li e lie lie la lie
Lie la li e
Lie la l ie la lie la lie la la la la l ie.