[00:05.610]I am just a poor boy.
[00:07.650]Though my story's seldom told,
[00:10.680]I have squandered my resistance
[00:14.220]For a pocketful of mumbles,
[00:16.430]Such are promises
[00:20.010]All lies and jest
[00:22.530]Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.480]And disregards the rest.
[00:38.330]When I left my home
[00:39.490]And my family,
[00:40.830]I was no more than a boy
[00:43.630]In the company of strangers
[00:46.680]In the quiet of the railway station,
[00:49.650]Running scared,
[00:52.210]Laying low,
[00:55.200]Seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:57.790]Where the ragged people go,
[01:00.440]Looking for the places
[01:02.790]Only they would know.
[01:05.850]Lie-la-lie.....
[01:24.130]Asking only workman's wages
[01:26.380]I come looking for a job,
[01:28.740]But I get no offers.
[01:31.950]Just a come-on from the whores
[01:35.260]On Seventh Avenue
[01:39.000]I do declare,
[01:40.730]There were times when I was so lonesome
[01:44.000]I took some comfort there.
[02:22.710]Lie-la-lie.....
[02:38.830]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[02:42.610]And wishing I was gone
[02:44.500]Going home
[02:47.610]Where the New York City winters
[02:50.260]Aren't bleeding me,
[02:54.250]Leading me,
[02:58.080]Going home.
[03:03.220]In the clearing stands a boxer,
[03:07.520]And a fighter by his trade
[03:10.270]And he carries the reminders
[03:12.810]Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
[03:16.770]Or cut him till he cried out
[03:18.910]In his anger and his shame,
[03:21.440]"I am leaving, I am leaving."
[03:24.110]But the fighter still remains
[03:31.630] Lie-la-lie.....