The Boxer 歌詞
The Boxer - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
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 the 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 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
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Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come on from some b**ch
On seventh avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there la la la la la la
La la li
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La la la la la la li la la la li
And 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 or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
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Yeay yeay yeay ow