Boxer [DVD]

                                  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. 

 

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. 

Lie-la-lie

 

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. 

Lie-la-lie

 

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 remainders 

Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 

And cut 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