[00:10.22]I am just a poor boy
[00:11.90]Though my story's seldom told
[00:14.52]I have squandered my resistance
[00:16.56]For a pocketful of mumbles
[00:18.84]Such are promises
[00:21.04]All lies and jests
[00:22.44]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.18]And disregards the rest
[00:27.82]
[00:31.15]When I left my home and my family
[00:33.25]I was no more than a boy
[00:35.53]In the company of strangers
[00:38.20]In the quiet of the railway station
[00:40.78]Running scared
[00:42.65]Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:46.71]Where the ragged people go
[00:48.95]Looking for the places only they would know
[00:52.44]
[00:53.41]Lie la lie...
[01:07.03]
[01:08.34]Asking only workman's wages
[01:10.50]I come looking for a job
[01:12.97]But I get no offers
[01:15.79]Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[01:20.05]I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
[01:24.59]I took some comfort there
[01:27.90]
[01:30.66]Lie la lie...
[01:30.90]
[01:31.39]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[01:32.99]And wishing I was gone
[01:35.19]Going home
[01:37.88]Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,
[01:42.01]Leading me, going home.
[01:47.42]
[02:29.92]In the clearing stands a boxer
[02:32.39]And a fighter by his trade
[02:34.95]And he carries the reminders
[02:37.37]Of every glove that laid him down
[02:39.94]Or cut him till he cried out
[02:42.53]In his anger and his shame
[02:44.79]"I am leaving, I am leaving"
[02:47.14]But the fighter still remains
[02:50.70]
[02:51.02]Lie la lie