THE BOXER

Paul SIMON & Art GARFUNKEL

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 jest, still a man hears

What he wants to hear

And disregards the rest Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

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

Lie la lie (x1)

Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job

But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on 7th avenue

I do declare

There were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Pont instrumental

Lie lie lie lie (x2)

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

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 till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

Still remains

Lie lie lie lie (x..)

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