I am just a poor boy
though my sto_ry's
sel_dom told
I have squn_dered
my re_sis_tance
for a pock_et
full of mum_bles
such are prom_is_es
All lies and jest
still a man hears
what he wants to hear
and dis_re_gards the rest@
When I left my home
and my fam_i_ly
I was no more
that a boy
in the com_pa_ny
of stra_ngers
in the qui_et of a
rail_way sta_tion
run_ning scared
Lay_ing low
seek_ing out the poor_er
quar_ters where the
rag_ged peo_ple go
Look_ing for the plac_es
on_ly they would know
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Ask_ing on_ly
work_man's wag_es
I come look_ing
for a job
but I get no of_fers
Just a come on
from the whor_es on
Sev_enth A_ven_ue
I do de_clare
there were times
when I was so lone_some
I took some
com_fort there
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Then I'm lay_ing out
my win_ter clothes
and wish_ing I was gone
go_ing home
Where the
New York Cit_y win_ters
are_n't bleed_ing me
Lead_ing me
go_ing home@
In the clear_ing
stands a box_er
and a fight_er
by his trade
And he car_ries
the re_mind_ers
of eve_ry glove that
laid him down
Or cut his
till he cried out
in his an_ger
and his shame
I am leav_ing
I am leav_ing
but the fight_er
still re_mains mm@
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