I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises...
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest... mmmmm

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

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the w____s on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there... La la la...

#[Bonus-Verses from Concert in Central-Park]
#Now the years are rolling by me
#They are rocking evenly and 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.

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie...

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