Simon and Garfunkle-The Boxer lyrics

  I am just a poor  
 boy tho` my story`s seldom told  
 
  
 I have squandered my resistance  
 
  
 For a pocket full  
 of mumbles, such are promises  
 
  
 
  
 All lies in jest, still a  
 man hears what he wants to hear  
 
  
 And disregards the rest  
 
  
 
  
 hmm hmm hmmm  
 
  
 
  
 When I left my home and my  
 family, 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 ...  
 
  
 
  
 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  
 
  
 la la la ...  
 
  
 
  
 lie la lie ...  
 
  
 
  
 And I am 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 shame,  
 I am leaving, I am leaving,  
 
  
 But the fighter still remains hmmhmmhmm  
 
  
 
  
 lie la lie