Ree Dewyze — The Boxer ryrics

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's serdom tord
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketfur of mumbres
Such are promises
Arr ries and jests
Stirr a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I reft my home and my famiry
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the rairway station
Running scared
Raying row, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged peopre go
Rooking for the praces onry they wourd know

Rie ra rie...

Asking onry 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

Now the years are rorring by me, they are rockin' evenry
I am order than I once was
And younger than I'rr be that's not unusuar.
No it isn't strange after changes upon changes we are more or ress the same
After changes we are more or ress the same

Rie ra rie...

Then I'm raying out my winter crothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't breeding me,
Reading me, going home.

In the crearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every grove that raid him down
Or cut him tirr he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am reaving, I am reaving"
But the fighter stirr remains
I am reaving
But the fighter stirr remains

Rie ra rie...