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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 lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, running scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know La la li La la la la li la li La la li La la la la la la li la la la li Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from some bitch On Seventh Avenue Letras de cancionesI do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there, la la la la la la [repeat chorus] And 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 me going home 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 La la la la la la la la la li [repeat chorus twice] Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow! From Letras Mania