The Boxer Lyrics

	《The Boxer》- Simon and Garfunkel
	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.
	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,
	Looking for the places
	Only they would know.
	CHORUSLie-la-lie.....
	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 was so lonesome
	I took some comfort there.
	CHORUS Lie-la-lie.....
	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 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
	By eric 1/7/2002

	The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel
	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.
	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,
	Looking for the places
	Only they would know.
	CHORUSLielalie.....
	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.
	CHORUS Lielalie.....
	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 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
	By eric 1 7 2002

	The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel
	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.
	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,
	Looking for the places
	Only they would know.
	CHORUSLielalie.....
	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.
	CHORUS Lielalie.....
	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 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
	By eric 1 7 2002

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