I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom toldI have squandered my existenceOn a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies in jest, 'til a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWhen I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway stationRunnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the poor quartersWhere the ragged people go looking for the placesOnly they would knowLi la liLi la li, li li li liLi la liLi la li, li li li liLi la liOnly seeking 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 so lonesomeI took some comfort thereIn a-laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was home, going homeWhere the New York City wintersAren't a-bleeding me, bleeding meGoing homeDa da da da daDa da da da da da da daDa da da da da da daIn the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf every bloke that laid him down or cleft him'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame"I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains"Li la liLi la li, li li li liLi la liLi la li, li li li liLi la li
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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…
