Karaoké The Boxer Emmylou Harris

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

I've squandered my existence on a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

All lies in jest till a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

Well 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 runnin' scared

Layin' low seeking out the poor quarters where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know

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Only seeking 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

In a laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home

Going home where the New

York City winters aren't a bleeding me

Bleeding me going home

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In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every bloke that laid him down or clept him

Till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains

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