Текст песни The Boxer

I am 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.

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 came looking for a job,
but I get no offers, just a comeon from the whores of Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonsome
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Lie-la-lie …

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 the boxer and a fighter by his trade,
and he carries the reminders of ev´ry glove that laid him down
and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame:
"I am leaving, I am leaving!" but the fighter still remains.

Lie-la-lie

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