Lyrics

I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still 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.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie ...

The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed
I couldntve been no more than one or two
And I remember theres a radio, coming from the room next door
My mother laughed the way some ladies do

Well its late in the evening, and the musics seeping through

The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street
Im feeling alright Im with my boys and with my troops, yeah
Down along the avenue some guys are shootin pool
And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah

Singin late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah

Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a j
When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play

It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away

First thing I remember when you came into my life
I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do
Well I guess Ive been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor
But Ive never loved no-one the way that I love you

And it was late in the evening, and all the musics seeping through