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I am just a poor boyThough my story's seldom toldI squandered my resistanceFor a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies and jestsStill a man hearsWhat he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWhen I left my home and my familyI was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway stations running scaredLaying low seeking out the poor quartersWhere the ragged people goLooking for the placesOnly they would knowAsking only workman's wagesI come looking for a jobBut I get no offersJust a come onFrom the whores on seventh avenueI do declare there were timesLetras de cancionesWhen I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereThen I'm laying down my winter clothesAnd wishing I was home going homeWhere the New York City wintersAre bleeding me, bleeding me going homeIn the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him downAnd cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains From Letras Mania