I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest 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 running scared Laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie ... Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers, Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie la lie ... Then 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 ev'ry glove that layed him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie la lie ...

I wanna welcome Gibson Jerry Douglas to join me on this song A poor boy, his story's seldom told Squandered his resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear Disregards the rest, mmm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station, running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie (Lie-la-lie) (Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie) Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare That there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie Mmm Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 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 A fighter by his trade And he carries the remainders Of every glove that laid him down And cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "Well, I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains And he still remains Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie We have a lot of friends out here tonight A lot of friends out there No, I was reffering to a few people over here

Well, 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 (Hmm, mmmm) 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 Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there (lalala, la, lalala) Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la And I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame Well I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes, he still remains Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la Lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la-lalala-la

I wanna welcome Gibson Jerry Douglas to join me on this song A poor boy, his story's seldom told Squandered his resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear Disregards the rest, mmm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station, running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie (Lie-la-lie) (Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie) Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare That there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie Mmm Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 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 A fighter by his trade And he carries the remainders Of every glove that laid him down And cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "Well, I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains And he still remains Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie We have a lot of friends out here tonight A lot of friends out there No, I was reffering to a few people over here