I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squander ed my resistance
for a pocketful of mumble s
such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man heres what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest Mm mm mm mm...
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.
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie... la la la...
Asking only work man's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
he cried out
I do decare,there were times when I was so lonesome
I looking some comfort there, Ooo la la
Lie-la-lie... la la la...
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
bleeding me,going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains Mm mm mm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie... la la la...
Lie-la-lie... la la la...la la la...
Lie-la-lie... la la la...la la la..