The Boxer (with Jerry Douglas) - Live at Hyde Park, London, UK - July 2012

I wanna welcome Gibson Jerry Douglas to join me on this song
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 A poor boy, his story's seldom told
 Squandered his resistance
 For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
 All lies and jest
 Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
 Disregards the rest, mmm
 
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 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
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 (Lie-la-lie)
 (Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-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
 That there were times when I was so lonesome
 I took some comfort there
 Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Mmm
 Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
 Wishing I was gone, going home
 Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
 Leading me
 Going home
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 In the clearing stands a boxer
 A fighter by his trade
 And he carries the remainders
 Of every glove that laid him down
 And cut him 'til he cried out
 In his anger and his shame
 "Well, I am leaving, I am leaving"
 But the fighter still remains
 And he still remains
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 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie
 We have a lot of friends out here tonight
 A lot of friends out there
 No, I was reffering to a few people over here