Nancy Wilson, Sammy Hagar - The Boxer lyrics
[Nancy Wilson, Sammy Hagar - The Boxer lyrics]
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, hmm
He 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
Runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the placеs only they would know
Lie la lie, liе la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
Asking only workman's wages
I go lookin' for a job but, I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La la la la la la la
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone goin' home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleedin' me leadin' me
Goin' home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that's laid 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
The fighter still remains
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
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, hmm
He 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
Runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the placеs only they would know
Lie la lie, liе la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
Asking only workman's wages
I go lookin' for a job but, I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La la la la la la la
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone goin' home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleedin' me leadin' me
Goin' home
In the clearing stands a boxer and
A fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that's laid 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
The fighter still remains
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie
(Lie la lie) , lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie