[00:13.84]I am just a poor boy
[00:16.09]Though my story's seldom told
[00:17.86]I have squandered my resistance
[00:20.24]For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
[00:24.05]All lies and jests
[00:27.58]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:29.88]And disregards the rest
[00:31.81]
[00:32.52]When I left my home and my family
[00:41.01]I was no more than a boy
[00:42.81]In the company of strangers
[00:45.53]In the quiet of the railway station running scared
[00:49.13]Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:54.56]Where the ragged people go
[00:56.50]Looking for the places only they would know
[01:00.23]
[01:01.04]Lie la lie ...
[01:22.36]
[01:23.43]Asking only workman's wages
[01:28.26]I come looking for a job
[01:29.93]But I get no offers,
[01:31.63]Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[01:35.76]I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
[01:42.11]I took some comfort there
[01:43.99]
[01:45.24]Lie la lie ...
[02:10.08]
[02:14.34]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[02:16.88]And wishing I was gone
[02:18.55]Going home
[02:21.87]Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
[02:25.89]Leading me, to going home
[02:34.59]
[02:36.52]In the clearing stands a boxer
[02:42.87]And a fighter by his trade
[02:44.83]And he carries the reminders
[02:47.39]Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
[02:49.40]Or cut him till he cried out
[02:51.70]In his anger and his shame
[02:53.45]"I am leaving, I am leaving"
[02:55.51]But the fighter still remains
[02:57.91]
[03:04.73]Lie la lie ...