Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer lyrics

rate me

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, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I's 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.

Li la li...

Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' 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.

La la la...

now the

i'm a holdre than younger than i'll be that's not unusual

ohh , isn't strange after changes upon changes

we are more or less the same ..

Li la li...

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.

Li la li...