The Boxer Songtext
von Across the Border

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 jest
Till a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

When I left my home and 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

La la lie, la la lie, la la lie...


Asking only workmen strangers as I'm looking for a job
But I get no offers, just a comment from the whores of 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I
Was so lonesome I took some comfort there

La la lie, la la lie, la la lie...

Now I′m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leaving me bleeding, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tray
And he carries the reminders of every club that laid him down
Or cussed him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

La la lie, la la lie, la la lie...