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

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my existence On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies in jest, 'til 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 Runnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the poor quarters Where the ragged people go looking for the places Only they would know Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Only seeking 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 In a-laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was home, going home Where the New York City winters Aren't a-bleeding me, bleeding me Going home Da da da da da Da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of 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 li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li

Why'd you gotta cut yourself off and go so far Now your memories left me with a scar I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm You left me stranded, i'm figuring out my ways I wish i could turn back time Memories all i've got, reminiscing for days Trynna pretend i'm ok Can you even hear my prayers through them clouds? I'm starting to have doubts Aren't i screaming so loud? Can you even hear my prayers through them clouds? I'm starting to have doubts Aren't i screaming so loud? I don't know when will i learn I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn I feel numb Coz you're gone I don't know when will i learn