The Boxerv5

THE BOXER - Simon and Garfunkel

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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 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.

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

Lie la la, 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 7th Avenue

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

Ooh la la, la la la la.

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

Lie la la, la la la lie, la la la 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 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.

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

Lie la la, la la la lie, la la la la lie.