Alison Krauss – The Boxer (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]

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

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I have squandered my resistance

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For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

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All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear

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And disregards the rest

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When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy

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In the company of strangers

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In the quiet of a railway station running scared

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Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

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Looking for the places only they would know

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Lie-la-lie

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Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie

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Lie la lie

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Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie

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Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job

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But I get no offers

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Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

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I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

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La-la-la-la-la-la-la

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Now the years are rolling by me, they are rocking evenly

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And I am older than I once was

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And younger than I'll be, that's not unusual

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No, it isn't strange, after changes upon changes we are more or less the same

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After changes we are more or less the same

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Lie-la-lie

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Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie

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Lie la lie

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Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie

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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

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Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

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 Leading me-e

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Going home

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

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And he carries the reminders

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Of ev'ry glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out

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In his anger and his shame

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

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Hm, hm, hm

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Lie-la-lie

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Lie-la-la-la-la lie-la-lie

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Lie la lie

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Lie-la la la la la lie la la la la lie