The Boxer - 2008 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, till a man hears what he wants to hear
 And disregards the rest
 Well 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
 Li Li Li (...)
 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'bleding me
 Bleeding me
 Going home
 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 clept him
 Till he cried out in his anger and his shame
 I am leaving, I am leaving
 But the fighter still remains.
 Li Li Li (...)