[ti:the boxer]
[ar:simon - garfunkel]
[00:06.11]I  am  just  a  poor  boy
[00:07.808]though  my  story's  seldom  told
[00:12.525]i  have  squandered  my  resistance
[00:14.140]for  a  pocketful  of  mumbles
[00:15.933]sush  are  promises
[00:19.305]all  les  and  jest
[00:20.890]still,a  man  hears  what  he  wants  to  hear
[00:24.95]and  disregards  the  rest
[00:35.934]when  i  left  my  home  and  my  family
[00:38.129]i  was  no  more  than  a  boy
[00:41.234]in  the  company  of  strangers
[00:42.979]in  the  quiest  of  the  railway  station
[00:46.579]running  scared,laying  low
[00:53.165]seeking  out  the  poorer  quarter  where
[00:54.843]the  ragged  people
[00:56.628]go  looking  for  the  places  only  they
[01:00.483]would  know
[01:01.883]asking  only  workman's  wages
[01:19.808]i  come  looking  for  a  job
[01:22.593]but  i  get  no  offers
[01:25.473]just  a  come-on  from  the  hores  on
[01:27.595]seventh  avenue
[01:28.07]i  do  declare
[01:33.490]there  were  times  when  i  was  so  lonesome
[01:35.996]i  took  some  comfort  there
[02:10.835]then  i 'm  laying  out  my  winter  clothes
[02:29.260]and  wishing  i  was  gone
[02:31.169]going  home
[02:34.339]where  the  new  york  city  winters
[02:35.925]aren't  bleeding  me
[02:40.284]leading  me,going  home
[02:53.522]in  the  clearing  stands  a  boxer
[02:55.789]and  a  fighter  by  his  trade
[02:57.963]and  he  carries  the  reminders
[03:01.299]of  every  glove  that  laid  him  down  or  cut
[03:03.659]him
[03:06.684]till  he  cried  out  in  his  angervand  his
[03:08.797]shame
[03:09.39]"i  am  leaving,i  am  leaving."
[04:23.483]but  the  fighter  still  remains