The Boxer
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โฑ๏ธ 2:48 duration
๐ ID: 10046655
๐ Lyrics
I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squadered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (la-la lay)
La-la lay, la-lay, la-lay
When I left my home and 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
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay-lay, la-lay
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 (ooh la-lay, la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
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 every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out, in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
I have squadered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (la-la lay)
La-la lay, la-lay, la-lay
When I left my home and 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
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay-lay, la-lay
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 (ooh la-lay, la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
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 every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out, in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.36] I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
[00:12.27] I have squadered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles
[00:16.61] Such are promises
[00:20.89] All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.05] And disregards the rest (la-la lay)
[00:27.81] La-la lay, la-lay, la-lay
[00:33.53] When I left my home and family, I was no more than a boy
[00:37.92] In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station
[00:43.17] Running scared
[00:46.80] Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
[00:52.59] Looking for the places only they would know
[00:57.09] Lay la-lay
[00:59.12] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:01.53] Lay la-lay
[01:03.68] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:05.75] Lay-lay, la-lay
[01:10.44] Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job
[01:14.60] But I get no offers
[01:17.10] Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
[01:21.52] I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
[01:25.08] I took some comfort there (ooh la-lay, la-lay)
[01:28.06] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:31.52] Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
[01:33.52] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:35.92] Lay la-lay
[01:38.09] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:39.87] Lay la-lay
[01:44.75] Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home
[01:51.14] Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
[01:55.91] Leading me
[01:57.55] Going home
[01:58.94]
[02:04.00] In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:08.68] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
[02:13.06] And cut him 'til he cried out, in his anger and his shame
[02:17.28] I am leaving, I am leaving
[02:19.64] But the fighter still remains
[02:22.78] Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
[02:24.02] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:26.96] Lay la-lay
[02:29.26] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:31.62] Lay la-lay
[02:33.66] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:35.75] Lay la-lay
[02:37.53]
[00:12.27] I have squadered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles
[00:16.61] Such are promises
[00:20.89] All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:25.05] And disregards the rest (la-la lay)
[00:27.81] La-la lay, la-lay, la-lay
[00:33.53] When I left my home and family, I was no more than a boy
[00:37.92] In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station
[00:43.17] Running scared
[00:46.80] Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
[00:52.59] Looking for the places only they would know
[00:57.09] Lay la-lay
[00:59.12] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:01.53] Lay la-lay
[01:03.68] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:05.75] Lay-lay, la-lay
[01:10.44] Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job
[01:14.60] But I get no offers
[01:17.10] Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
[01:21.52] I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
[01:25.08] I took some comfort there (ooh la-lay, la-lay)
[01:28.06] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:31.52] Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
[01:33.52] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:35.92] Lay la-lay
[01:38.09] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[01:39.87] Lay la-lay
[01:44.75] Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home
[01:51.14] Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
[01:55.91] Leading me
[01:57.55] Going home
[01:58.94]
[02:04.00] In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
[02:08.68] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
[02:13.06] And cut him 'til he cried out, in his anger and his shame
[02:17.28] I am leaving, I am leaving
[02:19.64] But the fighter still remains
[02:22.78] Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
[02:24.02] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:26.96] Lay la-lay
[02:29.26] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:31.62] Lay la-lay
[02:33.66] Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
[02:35.75] Lay la-lay
[02:37.53]