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 a railway station running scared
Laying low seeking out the poorer quaters where the ragged people go looking for the places only they would know
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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
AvenueI 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
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I am leaving
I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
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