Emmylou Harris

Emmylou Harris - The Boxer lyrics

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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 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

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

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
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Author: Paul Simon

Composer: Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel

Publisher: Warner Bros Records Inc.

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Released in: 2013

Language: English

Translations: French

Appearing on: Anthology: The Warner/Reprise Years (2001) , Roses In The Snow (1980)

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