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The Boxer

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  • I'm just a poor boy
    Though my story's seldom told
    I have squadered my resistance
    For a pocketful of numbles
    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 family
    I was no more than a boy
    In the company of strangers
    In the quiet of the railway station
    Running scared, laying low
    Seeking out the poorer quarters
    Where the ragged people go
    Looking for the places only they would know.
    lalala

    Asking only workman'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.
    lalala

    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
    And cut him till he cried out
    In his anger and his shame
    i am leaving, i am leaving But the fighter still remains.
    lalala
    end
  • [00:08.64]I'm just a poor boy
    [00:10.63]Though my story's seldom told
    [00:12.48]I have squadered my resistance
    [00:14.77]For a pocketful of numbles
    [00:16.75]Such are promises, all lies and jest
    [00:22.74]Still a man hears what he wants to hear
    [00:25.26]And disregards the rest.
    [00:26.74]
    [00:34.09]When i left my home and family
    [00:35.60]I was no more than a boy
    [00:38.03]In the company of strangers
    [00:40.85]In the quiet of the railway station
    [00:43.21]Running scared, laying low
    [00:48.30]Seeking out the poorer quarters
    [00:50.20]Where the ragged people go
    [00:52.55]Looking for the places only they would know.
    [00:55.86]lalala
    [01:07.94]
    [01:11.01]Asking only workman's wages
    [01:12.99]I come looking for a job
    [01:14.85]But i get no offers
    [01:17.57]Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
    [01:21.97]I do declare
    [01:23.04]There were times when i was so lonesome
    [01:25.00]I took some comfort there.
    [01:27.17]lalala
    [01:42.35]
    [01:45.09]Then i'm laying out my winter clothes
    [01:47.56]And wishing i was gone, going home
    [01:51.95]Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
    [01:54.78]Leading me
    [01:58.05]Going home.
    [01:59.89]
    [02:05.57]In the clearing stands a boxer
    [02:06.66]And a fighter by his trade
    [02:08.77]And he carries the reminders
    [02:10.90]Of every glove that laid him down
    [02:13.35]And cut him till he cried out
    [02:15.61]In his anger and his shame
    [02:19.24]i am leaving, i am leaving But the fighter still remains.
    [02:30.44]lalala
    [02:48.05]end