Emmylou Harris – The Boxer (Guitar)

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

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I have squandered my existence

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On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

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All lies in jest 'til a man hears what he wants to hear

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And disregards the rest

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Well, I left my home and my family

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I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers

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In the quiet of the railway station, running scared, laying low

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Seeking out the poor 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, Lie-la-Lie, Lie, Lie-la-Lie,

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Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie La-La-La-La Lie

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Only seeking workman's wages

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I come looking for a job, 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

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I took some comfort there

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In a-laying out my winter clothes

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And wishing I was home, going home

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Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me

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Bleeding me, going home

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La La La La La, La,

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La-La La La La-La La La La-La,

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La-La La La La

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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 every bloke that laid him down or cleft him

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'Til he cried out 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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Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie, Lie, Lie-la-Lie,

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Lie-la-Lie, Lie-la-Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie La-La-La-La Lie