I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom
told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful
of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests still a man hears what he
wants to hear and disregards the rest
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
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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 some times when I was so
lonesome
And I took some comfort there
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In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by
his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that
laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and
his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still
remains
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