The Boxer Lyrics

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I'm just a poor boy

though my story's 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

mh -- mh.



When I left my home and family

I was no more than a boy

in the company of strangers

in the quiet of a railway station



running scared.

Laying low

seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged

people go

looking for the places only they would know.



Lie-la-lie

...



Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job



but I get no offers



just a comeon from the hores on Seventh Avenue.

I do declare

there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

oh la la

la la

la la.



Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

and wishing I was gone

going home

where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me



leading me going home

mh -- mh.



In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade



and he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid him down

or cut him till he cried out in his anger an his shame:

I am leaving, I am leaving!

but the fighter still remains

mh -- mh.