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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when When I'm ridin' 'round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl, who tells me
Baby, better come back maybe next week
Can't you see I'm on a losing streak?
I can't get no There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do
Line right up for the sideline view
Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight
There's a rumble in Brighton tonight A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat up shade
Where he was waking up.
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
My tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or myself that I cry? 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 till he cried out In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains