Simon & Garfunkel - The boxer
Tekst en muziek: Paul Simon
(1969)






I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promisses
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, mmm



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 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
Lie la lei la, lei la lei
Lei la lei
Lei la lei la lei la lei lalalala lei



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 la la la la



Lie la lie
Lie la lei la, lei la lei
Lei la lei
Lei la lei la lei la lei lalalala lei



Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And whishing 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 till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains, mmm



Lie la lie
Lie la lei la, lei la lei
Lei la lei
Lei la lei la lei la lei lalalala lei









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