jethro

I am just a poor boy and my story’s seldom told I’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm.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,Li la li...Asking only workman’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job, but I get no offers, Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue. I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ even me I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual. No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same, After changes we are more or less the same.Li la li...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 to go home.In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him, ’til he cried out in his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes he still remains...Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds