I don't miss where I came from

But each night I dream about being back home

When I wake up in the morning

I'm too tired, tired of being alone

So I get up and go downtown

And pick me out a little piece of ground

Where I can prove something to the world

I can prove something to the world



Don't look at me

I'm the bus stop boxer



Don't look at me

I'm the bus stop boxer



Daddy put us in the truck and

Dropped us off and said good luck, then

One lucky kid waiting for the bus

Made a winner out of one of us

Don't look at me

I'm the bus stop boxer



Don't look at me

I'm the bus stop boxer



Going down by the railroad tracks, where

People know that they better not relax

I'm the man, baby, I am the man

This is where I can make you understand



I'm the bus stop boxer



Don't look at me

I'm the bus stop boxer



Don't look at me



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