| Year: | 1969 |
| Rank: | 105 |
| Duration: | 5:08 |
| Views: | 9.5M |
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I've
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 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
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
La-la-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
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
La-la-lie-la-lie
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was
gone, goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't
bleedin' me
Leadin' me, 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
Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
La-la-lie-la-lie