I'm 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 jests still a
man hears what he wants
to hear
and disregards the rest

Hmmmm

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

Runnin’ scared
Laying low
seeking out the poorer
quarters, where the ragged
people go
Looking for the places
only they would know.

La La La
...

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
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oh la la
la la
la la

Now the years are rolling by me
they are rockin’ evenly
I am older than I once was
and younger than I'll be
that's not unusual
No it isn't strange
after changes upon changes
we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

La La La...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
and wishing I was gone
goin’ home
Where the new york city
winters aren’t bleedin’ me

Leading me to 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
yes, he still remains
mh -- mh