The Boxer
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
- I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
- I've squandered my resistance
- For a pocketful of mumbles
- Such are promises
- All lies and jest
- Still the 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 runnin scared
- Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
- Where the ragged people go
- Looking for the places only they would know
- Lie la lie
- Lie la lie la la la lie
- La la lie la lie
- Asking only 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
- Lie la lie
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- La la lie la lie
- Lie la lie la la la lie
- 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
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Comments 2
THANK YOU SO MUCH AMPAI YOU CAN SING IS NUMBER ONE I LIKE IT. LOVE LOVE
You're very welcome Pa,thanks for your beautiful comment,love our duet.