Way back then I was a champion A fighter in the ring And all the crowds would cheer My praises they would sing Now I am a forgotten man A hobo out alone No champ to push me on Nothing, no-one to call my own I was a dark eyed boy Stars in his eyes Promises made flesh and blood Grip of arm And granite charm Oh, times were golden Times were good Sinew young And skin of ore Molten and streaming with dreams Now I nod away the days Barely remembering names it seems
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