The Boxer - 2002 Remaster

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
 I have squandered my existence
 On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
 All lies in jest, 'til 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
 Runnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the poor quarters
 Where the ragged people go looking for the places
 Only they would know
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 Only seeking 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
 In a-laying out my winter clothes
 And wishing I was home, going home
 Where the New York City winters
 Aren't a-bleeding me, bleeding me
 Going home
 Da da da da da
 Da da da da da da da da
 Da da da da da da da
 In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
 And he carries the reminders
 Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him
 'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
 "I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains"
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