Текст песни Emmylou Harris - The Boxer
Emmylou Harris - The Boxer слова песни
(Paul Simon)
I am just a poor boy though my story`s seldom told
I have 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 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
Li Li Li [etc.]
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-bleding me
Bleeding me
Going home
Da Da Da [etc.]
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 cleft him
Till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Li Li Li [etc.]