Joan Baez - The Boxer lyrics

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have 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 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 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 lie la lie

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
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains lie la lie