Lyrics:
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom toldI have squantered my resistanceFor a pocketful of mumblesSuch are promisesAll lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWhen I left my home and familyI was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station, running scaredLaying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would knowLa la liLa la la la li la liLa la liLa la la la la la li la la la liAsking only workman's wages I come looking for a jobBut I get no offersJust a come-on from some bitchOn Seventh AvenueI do declare there were times when I was so monesomeI took some comfort there, la la la la la la(repeat chorus)And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was goneGoing homeWhere the New York City winters aren't bleeding meLeading me going homeIn the clearing stands a boxerAnd a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf every glove the laid him down or cut him'til he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leavingBut the figher still remainsYes he still remains(repeat chorus twice)Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow