Jan 22, 2005 14:37
I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance on a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies in jest
Still the man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
la la la
As I lay out my winter clothes I go looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There where times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
la la la la
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every blow that laid him low
Or cut him til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
Tho' the fighter still remains.......................