Jerry Douglas, Mumford, Sons, Paul Simon - The Boxer lyrics
[Jerry Douglas, Mumford, Sons, Paul Simon - The Boxer lyrics]
I am just a poor boy
Though my story seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of
Mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests still 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 stations running scared
Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on
From the whores of seventh avenue
I do declare there were times
That I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every
Glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter sill remains
Though my story seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of
Mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests still 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 stations running scared
Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on
From the whores of seventh avenue
I do declare there were times
That I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every
Glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter sill remains