Emmylou Harris - The Boxer Lyrics
(paul simon)I am just a poor boy though my storys seldom toldI have squandered my existenceOn a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWell I left my home and family I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station runnin scaredLayin low seeking out the poor quartersWhere the ragged people go, looking for the placesOnly they would knowLi li li [etc.]Only seeking workmans wages I come looking for a jobBut I get no offersJust a come-on from the whores on seventh avenueI do declare there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereIn a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was homeGoing homeWhere the new york city winters arent a-bleding meBleeding meGoing homeDa da da [etc.]In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf every bloke that laid him down or cleft himTill he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leavingBut the fighter still remainsLi li li [etc.]
