The Boxer
I am just a poor boy
- I am just a poor boy
- Though my story's seldom told
- I have squandered my resistance
- For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
- All lies and jests
- Still a man hears what he wants to hear
- And disregards the rest
- When 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 running scared
- Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
- Where the ragged people go
- Looking for the places only they would know
- Lie la lie
- 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
- Lie la lie
- 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
- Bleeding me going home
- In the clearing stands a boxer
- And a fighter by his trade
- And he carries the reminders
- Of ev'ry glove that layed 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
- Lie la lie
A lamentation of a person's struggle to overcome loneliness and poverty
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