The Boxer Lyrics

I'm just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.

Asking only workman's wages
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 when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"i am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains.

Bob Dylan - Self Portrait

Jun 1970

1. All The Tired Horses
2. Alberta #4
3. I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know
4. Days Of 49
5. Early Mornin' Rain
6. In Search Of A Little Sadie
7. Let It Be Me
8. Little Sadie
9. Woogie Boogie
10. Belle Isle
11. Living The Blues
12. Like A Rolling Stone
13. Copper Kettle
14. Gotta Travel On
15. Blue Moon
16. The Boxer
17. The Mighty Quinn (Quinn, The Eskimo)
18. Take Me As I Am
19. Take A Message To Mary
20. It Hurts Me Too
21. Minstrel Boy
22. She Belongs To Me
23. Wigwam
24. Alberta #2