The Boxer (Live)

歌詞

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 my family, I's no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go, Looking for the places only they would know. Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' 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 lone some I took some comfort there. La la la And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me, goin' 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.