Simon & Garfunkel - The boxer letra de canción

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 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 a railway station running scared
laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go
looking for the places only they would know.

Asking only workmans 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 where times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
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, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade
and he carrys a reminder
of every 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