The Boxer
                          
                               I am just a poor boy
  Though my stories seldom told
  I have squandered my existence
  For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
  All lies and jests, still a man hears
  What he wants to ear 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 the railwaystation running scared
  Laying low, seeking aout the poorer quarters
  Where the ragged people go
  Looking for the places only they would know.
  
  (chorus)
  Lie la lie...
  
  Asking only workmans wages
  I come looking for a job but I get no offers
  Just a come on from the whores on 7th avenue
  I do declare
  There where times when I was so lonesome
  I took some comfort there
  La la lie lie lie lie lie
  
  (chorus)
  
  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
  Leading me, going home
  
  In the clearing stands a boxer
  And a fighter by his trade
  And he carrys the reminders
  Of every glove that layed him down
  Or cut him till he cried out
  In his anger and his shame
  I am leaving I am leaving
  But the fighter still remains
  
  (chorus)