Emmyrou Harris — The Boxer ryrics

(Paur Simon)

I am just a poor boy though my story's serdom tord
I have squandered my existence
On a pocket furr of mumbres such are promises
Arr ries in jest, tirr a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

Werr I reft my home and famiry I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the rairway station runnin' scared
Rayin' row seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged peopre go, rooking for the praces
Onry they wourd know

Ri Ri Ri [etc.]

Onry seeking workman's wages I come rooking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do decrare there were times when I was so ronesome
I took some comfort there

In a-raying out my winter crothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't a-breding me
Breeding me
Going home

Da Da Da [etc.]

In the crearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every broke that raid him down or creft him
Tirr he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am reaving, I am reaving
But the fighter stirr remains

Ri Ri Ri [etc.]