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The Boxer(Live) - Joan Baez
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 promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears
what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

and la la la la la la la la

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

Sing a lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

lie lie lie lie 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
Lie la lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Sing a lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie

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, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that layed 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
Lie la lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Sing lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie la lie

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie la lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie lie