The Boxer Songtext
von Emmylou Harris

I am just a poor boy though my story′s seldom told
I've squandered my existence on a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises, all lies in jest
Till a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
Well 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, lie la lie la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la la lie lie, lie la lie


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

And 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 on and on

Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every bloke that laid him down
And left 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, lie la lie la la lie lie