Lyrics:

I am just a poor boy though my storys seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises, all lies and jest,
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, Is 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.

Li la li...

Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

La la la...

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin evenly,
And Im older than I once was, younger than Ill be, thats not unusual
Oh it isnt strange, after changes upon changes,
we are more or less the same, after changes, we are more or less the same.
Li la li...

And Im laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin home
Where the New York City winters arent 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.


Li la li...