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Date Posted: 19:17:31 03/13/02 Wed
Author: Simon/Garfunkel
Subject: "The Boxer" lyrics

THE BOXER


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 are jest.

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

and disregards the rest, Hm - m - m


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,

lookin' for the places only they would know.

Lie - la - lie - lie - la - lie, etc


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 felt

so lonesome I took some comfort there.

La - la - la - la - la - la - la


And I'm laying out my winter clothes

and wishing I was gone, goin' home.

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,

leading me, goin' home.


In the clearing stand a boxer

and a fighter by his trade,

and he carries the reminders of every 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. Hm - hm

Lie - la - lie - lie - la - lie, etc

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