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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>Emmylou Harris - The Boxer</title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://slager.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=97228&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://slager.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://slager.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=97228&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://slager.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>189</duration><description>I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told&#13;
I have squandered my existence&#13;
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises&#13;
All lies in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear&#13;
And disregards the rest&#13;
&#13;
Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy&#13;
In the company of strangers&#13;
In the quiet of the railway station runnin' scared&#13;
Layin' low seeking out the poor quarters&#13;
Where the ragged people go, looking for the places&#13;
Only they would know&#13;
&#13;
Li Li Li [etc.]&#13;
&#13;
Only seeking workman's wages I come looking for a job&#13;
But I get no offers&#13;
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue&#13;
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome&#13;
I took some comfort there&#13;
&#13;
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home&#13;
Going home&#13;
Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleding me&#13;
Bleeding me&#13;
Going home&#13;
&#13;
Da Da Da [etc.]&#13;
&#13;
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade&#13;
And he carries the reminders&#13;
Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him&#13;
Till he cried out in his anger and his shame&#13;
I am leaving, I am leaving&#13;
But the fighter still remains&#13;
&#13;
Li Li Li [etc.]</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/9/7/_/97228_681198_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>97228</video_id></object>
