The Boxer (feat. Mumford & Sons & Paul Simon)
Well, I am just a poor boy
Though my story seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such as promises
All lies in jest still the 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 the railway stations running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-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 7th avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was home, going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home
Lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Oh, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Though my story seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such as promises
All lies in jest still the 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 the railway stations running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-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 7th avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was home, going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home
Lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie-lie
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Oh, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie
Lie-lie-lie, Lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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