The Boxer Songtext
von Erato

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 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


La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la


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 (leading me)
Going home
Leading me (leading me)
Going home
Going home