The Boxer
Words & Music:
Paul Simon
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I am just a poor boy, though
my story's seldom told.
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I have squandered my
resistance for a pocketful of mumbles.
Such are promises.
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All lies & jest!
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Still, a man hears what he
wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I let 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,
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Seeking out the poorer
quarters where the ragged people go.
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Looking for the places only
they would know.
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Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie
la-lie-la-lie.
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Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie
la-lie-la-lie.
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La la la la 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.
Ooo-la-la la-la la-la.
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 clothes 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.
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