v.1
CI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Amtold
I have Gsquandered my resistance for a G7pocketful of mumbles,
Such are Cpromises Amall lies and jest,
Still a Gman hears what he Fwants to hear
And disregards the Crest, Ghmmmm
v.2
When I left my home and my 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
Ref.
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Li la-Amli li Fli la-la Gli
la-la-la-li Cli
v.3
Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job, but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Instr. Brk.
Rpt. Ref.
v.4
And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,
Leading me ooh goin home
v.5
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
Rpt Ref to end