The Boxer
Paul Simon - The Boxer Lyrics
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, hmmm
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.
Li la li
Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the w****s on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
La la la
Li la li
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.
Li la li
Songwriters: SIMON, PAUL
The Boxer lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Paul Simon - The Boxer Lyrics
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, hmmm
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.
Li la li
Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the w****s on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
La la la
Li la li
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.
Li la li
Songwriters: SIMON, PAUL
The Boxer lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group