The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I have squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

When I left my home and my 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

Chorus:

Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la, la, la Lie-la-la la, la, lie

 

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job. But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome, I took some comfort there

Ooh la, la, la, la, la, la

(Instrumental Interval) (Chorus)

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.

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

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving, But the fighter still remains

(Chorus thrice and fade)

 

 

*Recorded by Simon & Garfunkel