Lyrics : Paul Simon
Music : Paul Simon
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 jest still a man
Hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Hmmmm
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
Runnin' scared
laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
La La Lie...
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Asking only workman's wages
I come lookin' for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the
Whores on 7th avenue
I do declare there were
Times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
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La La Lie...
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And I'm laying out my
Winter clothes and wishing
I was gone
Goin' home
Where the New york city winters aren't
bleedin' me
leadin' me
Goin' home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that
Laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his
Anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
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