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Current song lyrics
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told<br />Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises<br />All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear<br />And disregards the rest, hmmmm<br /><br />When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy<br />In the company of strangers<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared<br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go<br />Looking for the places only they would know<br /><br />Li la li...<br /><br />Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers<br />Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue<br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome<br />I took some comfort there<br /><br />Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me<br />I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual<br />No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same<br />After changes we are more or less the same<br /><br />Li la li...<br /><br />And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home<br />Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him<br />til he cried out in his anger and his shame<br />I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains<br />Yes he still remains<br /><br />Li la li...
New song lyrics
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told<br />Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises<br />All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear<br />And disregards the rest, hmmmm<br /><br />When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy<br />In the company of strangers<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared<br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go<br />Looking for the places only they would know<br /><br />Li la li...<br /><br />Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers<br />Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue<br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome<br />I took some comfort there<br /><br />Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me<br />I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual<br />No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same<br />After changes we are more or less the same<br /><br />Li la li...<br /><br />And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home<br />Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him<br />til he cried out in his anger and his shame<br />I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains<br />Yes he still remains<br /><br />Li la li...
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