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The
Simon
I am just a boy
my story's seldom told
I have my resistance
For a pocketful of
Such are
All in jest
a man hears what he wants to hear
And the rest
When I left my and my family
I was no more a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of the railway
Runnin'
Laying low, seeking out the poorer
Where the ragged go
Lookin' for the places only would know
Well
Lie-la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie

Asking workman's wages
I come for a job
But I get no
a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so
I took comfort there
And Im laying out my clothes
And I was gone
Goin
Where the New City winters arent bleedin me
Leadin me, home
lie-la-la-la-la-lie

In the clearing stands a
And a by his trade
And he carries the
Of every glove laid him down
And cut him 'til he out
In his and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still
Well
Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,

Lie-la-la-lie,