[00:08.64]I'm just a poor boy
[00:10.63]Though my story's seldom told
[00:12.48]I have squadered my resistance
[00:14.77]For a pocketful of numbles
[00:16.75]Such are promises, all lies and jest
[00:22.74]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.26]And disregards the rest.
[00:26.74]
[00:34.09]When i left my home and family
[00:35.60]I was no more than a boy
[00:38.03]In the company of strangers
[00:40.85]In the quiet of the railway station
[00:43.21]Running scared, laying low
[00:48.30]Seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:50.20]Where the ragged people go
[00:52.55]Looking for the places only they would know.
[00:55.86]lalala
[01:07.94]
[01:11.01]Asking only workman's wages
[01:12.99]I come looking for a job
[01:14.85]But i get no offers
[01:17.57]Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
[01:21.97]I do declare
[01:23.04]There were times when i was so lonesome
[01:25.00]I took some comfort there.
[01:27.17]lalala
[01:42.35]
[01:45.09]Then i'm laying out my winter clothes
[01:47.56]And wishing i was gone, going home
[01:51.95]Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
[01:54.78]Leading me
[01:58.05]Going home.
[01:59.89]
[02:05.57]In the clearing stands a boxer
[02:06.66]And a fighter by his trade
[02:08.77]And he carries the reminders
[02:10.90]Of every glove that laid him down
[02:13.35]And cut him till he cried out
[02:15.61]In his anger and his shame
[02:19.24]i am leaving, i am leaving But the fighter still remains.
[02:30.44]lalala
[02:48.05]end