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

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, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places, only they would know

Lie-la-lie

Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' 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
Oooh la, la, la

And the years are rollin' by me
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be
That's not unusual
It isn't strange
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes, we are more or less the same

Lie-la-lie

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home, where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me to goin' home

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

Lie-la-lie

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