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Paroles (lyrics)
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.
When i left my home and 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 lie la lie la lie lie la lie
Lie la lie la la la la
Lie la la la lie
Lie.
Asking on ly work man'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.
Ooo la la la la la la
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing
I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters are n'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 laid
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,
Lie la lie la lie la lie lie la lie
Lie la lie la la la la
Lie la la la lie
Lie.
