The Boxer von Simon & 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, mhmm 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 Lalala ... 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, mhmm Lalala ... 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 And cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am
leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains, mhmm Lalala
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