Art Garfunkel

Art Garfunkel - The Boxer songtekst

Je score:

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, mhmm

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai

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

Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai

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 every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains, mhmm

Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
Lai lala lailalala lai lala lailala
Lalalalalala lalalalalai
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