Thank youI am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom toldI've squandered my existenceOn a pocket full of mumbles, such odd promisesAll I suggest, tell him any lies he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWell, I left my home and my familyI was no more than a boyIn the company, of strangersIn the quiet, of a railway station, running scaredLaying low, sneaking out, to the cornersWhere the regular people goLooking for the places, only they knowLy-de-ly, ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly ly-de-lyLy-de-lyGonna seek workman's wagesI come looking for a job, but I get no offersJust a come-on from the whores, on Seventh AvenueI do declare, there were times, when I was all aloneSo, don't you come todayIn a layin' out, my winter clothesWishing I was home, goin' homeWhere a New York City winter's, aren't needin' meLeadin' me, goin' homeDa, da, da, da, da, daDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, daDa, da, da, daIn the clearing, stands a boxer, and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersEvery glove, that's laid him down, and left until he cried outIn his anger and his shameI am me, I am meBut the fighter, still remainsLy-de-ly, ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly-ly-de-ly ly-de-lyLy-de-ly
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Emmylou Harris (Birmingham, Alabama, 2 de abril de 1947) es una cantautora de country estadounidense. Además de su trabajo como solista y componente de algunas bandas, en las que cantaba tanto canciones de otros compositores como suyas propias, también ha…
