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Simon And Garfunkel - The Boxer Songtext

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. (mh)

When I left my home and my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station,
Running scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places only they would know.


Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, but I get no offers,
Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there. (oh lala, lala, lala)



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. (mh)

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid 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, (mh)

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