The Boxer - Bob Dylan

I’m just a poor boy\nThough my story’s seldom told\nI have squadered my resistance\nFor a pocketful of numbles\nSuch are promises, all lies and jest\nStill a man hears what he wants to hear\nAnd disregards the rest.\nWhen I left my home and family\nI was no more than a boy\nIn the company of strangers\nIn the quiet of the railway station\nRunning scared, laying low\nSeeking out the poorer quarters\nWhere the ragged people go\nLooking for the places only they would know.\nAsking only workman’s wages\nI come looking for a job\nBut I get no offers\nJust a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue\nI do declare\nThere were times when I was so lonesome\nI took some comfort there.\nThen I’m laying out my winter clothes\nAnd wishing I was gone, going home\nWhere the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me\nLeading me\nGoing home.\nIn the clearing stands a boxer\nAnd a fighter by his trade\nAnd he carries the reminders\nOf every glove that laid him down\nAnd cut him till he cried out\nIn his anger and his shame\n'I am leaving, I am leaving'\nBut the fighter still ramains.\n<BR><BR>\nThe Boxer Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.