Originally by Simon & Garfunkel
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 the man
hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and 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

La la li
La la la la li la li
La la li
La la la la la la li la la la li

Asking only workman's wages I
come looking for a job
But I get no offers
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On Seventh Avenue

I do declare there were times
when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la la la la la

repeat chorus

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
Leading me going 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
La la la la la la la la la li

repeat chorus twice

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