The Boxer - Live at Long Beach Arena, Long Beach, CA - November 1969

This is all -, this will be in our new album
 It's our last single called, "The Boxer"
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 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
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 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
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 Now the years are rolling by me
 They are rocking evenly
 I am older than I once was
 And younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
 It isn't strange after changes upon changes
 We are more or less the same
 After changes we are more or less the same
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 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
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 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