The Boxer - (El Boxeador)
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 jests
Still, a man hears what he want to hear
And disregards the rest
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
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 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)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
Asking only workmen'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
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
And 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, 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still, a man hears what he want to hear
And disregards the rest
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
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 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)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
Asking only workmen'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
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
And 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, 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
(Hmm, hmm, hmm)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, lie)
(Lie, la, la, la, lie, la, lie, la, la, la, lie, lie)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Owen Mostyn Rowlands, Edmund John Simons, Timothy Allan Burgess
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