The Boxer

[Verse 1: Jenny Mitchell] I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest [Verse 2: Jenny Mitchell] When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know [Hook: Jenny Mitchell, with Maegan and Nicola Mitchell] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie [Verse 3: Jenny Mitchell] Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there [Verse 5: Jenny Mitchell, with Maegan and Nicola Mitchell] Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me Goin' home [Hook: Jenny Mitchell, with Maegan and Nicola Mitchell] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie [Verse 6: Jenny Mitchell, with Maegan and Nicola Mitchell] In the clearing stands a boxer, a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down and cut him 'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving", but the fighter still remains [Hook: Jenny Mitchell, with Maegan and Nicola Mitchell] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie