I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told    I have squantered my resistance    For a pocketful of mumbles    Such are promises       All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear    And disregards the rest       When I left my home and 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       La la li    La la la la li la li    La la li    La la la la la la li la la la li       Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job    But I get no offers    Just a come-on from some bitch    On Seventh Avenue       I do declare there were times when I was so monesome    I took some comfort there, la la la la la la       (repeat chorus)       And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone    Going home    Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me    Leading me going home       In the clearing stands a boxer    And a fighter by his trade    And he carries the reminders    Of every glove the laid him down or cut him       'til he cried out in his anger and his shame    I am leaving, I am leaving    But the figher still remains    Yes he still remains       (repeat chorus twice)       Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow!