Emmylou Harris - The Boxer lyrics
Emmylou Harris [Birmingham, Alabama, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Emmylou Harris - The Boxer lyrics]
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
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, running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poor quarters where
The ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie
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 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
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie
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
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, running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poor quarters where
The ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie
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 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
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie