文本歌词

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' a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
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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
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Lie-la-lie
Asking only workman's wages'
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare'
There were times
When I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
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Then 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 ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame'
I am leaving' I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
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