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 family i was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quiet of the railway station running scared
laying low
seeking out the poor corners where the ragged people go
looking for the places only they would know
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
asking only workman's wages i come looking for ajob
but i get no offers
just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
i do declare
there were tiems when i was so lonesome
i took some comfort there
i took some comfort there
lai lai lai
lai lai lai ...
when i'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing i was gone
going home
where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
bleeding 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
but the fighter still remains
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
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 family i was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quiet of the railway station running scared
laying low
seeking out the poor corners where the ragged people go
looking for the places only they would know
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
asking only workman's wages i come looking for ajob
but i get no offers
just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
i do declare
there were tiems when i was so lonesome
i took some comfort there
i took some comfort there
lai lai lai
lai lai lai ...
when i'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing i was gone
going home
where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
bleeding 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
but the fighter still remains
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
lai lai lai
lai lai lai...
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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