BOB DYLAN - The Boxer lyrics
rate meI'm just a poor boy<br>Though my story's seldom told<br>I have squadered my resistance<br>For a pocketful of numbles<br>Such are promises, all lies and jest<br>Still a man hears what he wants to hear<br>And disregards the rest.<br><br>When I left my home and family<br>I was no more than a boy<br>In the company of strangers<br>In the quiet of the railway station<br>Running scared, laying low<br>Seeking out the poorer quarters<br>Where the ragged people go<br>Looking for the places only they would know.<br><br>Asking only workman's wages<br>I come looking for a job<br>But I get no offers<br>Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue<br>I do declare<br>There were times when I was so lonesome<br>I took some comfort there.<br><br>Then I'm laying out my winter clothes<br>And wishing I was gone, going home<br>Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me<br>Leading me<br>Going home.<br><br>In the clearing stands a boxer<br>And a fighter by his trade<br>And he carries the reminders<br>Of every glove that laid him down<br>And cut him till he cried out<br>In his anger and his shame<br>I am leaving, I am leaving<br>But the fighter still remains.