1. 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. 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. R: Lie la lie ... 3. 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 I took some comfort there oo-la-la ... R: 4. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me leading me, going home. 5. In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid 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. R: R: R: ...