Letra de The Boxer (Live at Carnegie Hall, NYC, NY - November 27, 1969)
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the restMm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mmWhen 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 knowLie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lieAsking 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 La-la-la-la-la-la-laNow, the years are rolling by me They are rockin' evenly I am older than I once was And younger than I'll be, that's not unusualIt isn't strange After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the sameLie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lieThen 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 homeIn the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid 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 Mm-mm-mmLie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lieLie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie