โหลดเพลง mp3 The Boxer (Live 1973) - Paul Simon

The Boxer (Live) - Paul Simon
I am just a poor boy

Though my story seldom told

I 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

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 stations running scared

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places
Only they would know

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

Now the years are rolling by me
they are rockin' even me

I am older than I once was

and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual

No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes
we are more or less the same

After changes we are more or less the same

Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was home 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 reminder of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains