I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told <br />I have squandered my resistance <br />For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises <br />All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear <br />And disregards the restmmmmmmmmmmm <br /><br />When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy <br />In the company of strangers <br />In the quiet of a railway station, running scared <br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters <br />Where the ragged people go <br />Looking for the places only they would know <br /><br />Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie, <br />Lie la lie lie lie la lie, la la la la lie. <br /><br />Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job <br />But I get no offers <br />Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue <br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome <br />I took some comfort there <br />La la la la la la la <br />Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie, <br />Lie la lie lie lie la lie, la la la la lie. <br /><br />Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone <br />Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me <br />Leading mee, going home. <br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade <br />And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down <br />Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame <br />I am leaving, I am leav <br />ing But the fighter still remmains mmm <br /><br />Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie,....... <br />La La La La La La
