bus stop boxer

im not missing where i came from.
but each night i dream about being back home
and when i wake up in the morning,
im too tired, tired of being alone.

and so i get up and go downtown.
and pick me out a little piece of ground.
where that i could prove something to the world.
i can prove something to the world.

dont look at me,
i am the bus stop boxer.
i am the bus stop boxer.

dad put me in the truck and
drop me off and said goodluck then
one lucky kid waiting for the bus
made a winner out of one of me

dont look at me
im the bus stop boxer.
im the bus stop boxer.

going down by the railroad tracks, where
people know that they better not relax
im the man baby, i am the man
this is where i can make u understand

im the bus stop boxer
dont look at me