Lyrics The Boxer (El Boxeador) - Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy
Though my story 's seldom told, i have squandered my resistence for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
all lies and jests
still a man hears what he want to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and family in the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station running scared, laying low sesking out the poor quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they would know.
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
asking only workmen's wagers
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 I was so lonely I took some comfort there. lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
and I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home, going home, where the New York winters are'nt bleading me leading me, going Home
In the clearing stands a boxer stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him out or cut him, as he cryied out in his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
lie lie lie.
Lie lie lie, lie lie la la lie lie lie,
lie lie lie lie la lie lie lie lie,
A life times worth of lies.