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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told<br />I have squandered my resistance<br />for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises,<br />All lies and jest, <br />Still a man hears what he wants to hear<br />And disregards the rest, hmmmm<br /><br />When I left my home and my family,<br />I was no more than a boy<br />In the company of strangers<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' 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 />Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job, <br />But I get no offers,<br />Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.<br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome<br />I took some comfort there.<br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, goin' home<br />Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me, to goin' home.<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him<br />'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame:<br />"I am leaving! I am leaving!" but the fighter still remains, he still remains.Hmmm
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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told<br />I have squandered my resistance<br />for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises,<br />All lies and jest, <br />Still a man hears what he wants to hear<br />And disregards the rest, hmmmm<br /><br />When I left my home and my family,<br />I was no more than a boy<br />In the company of strangers<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' 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 />Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job, <br />But I get no offers,<br />Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.<br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome<br />I took some comfort there.<br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, goin' home<br />Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me, to goin' home.<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him<br />'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame:<br />"I am leaving! I am leaving!" but the fighter still remains, he still remains.Hmmm
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