The Boxer

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my existence

On a pocketful of mumbles

Such are promises

All lies in jest

'Til a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

Well, I left my home and my family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station

Runnin' scared

Layin' low

Seeking out the poor quarters

Where the ragged people go

Lookin' for the places only they would know

Lie la lie

Lie la lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie

Lie la lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie

Only seeking workman's wages

I come lookin' 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

In layin' out my winter clothes

And wishin' I was home, goin' home

Where the New York City winters

Aren't bleedin' me

Bleedin' me

Goin' home

Lie la lie

Lie la lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie

Lie la lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie

In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of every bloke that laid him down

Or cleft him 'til 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 lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie

Lie la lie la la lie lie

Lie la lie