Letra de The boxer

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

Li la li...

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

Li la li...

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 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

Li la li...