The Boxer (feat. Sammy Hagar)

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

I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles

Such are promises

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

And disregards the rest

Mm-hmm, he disregards the rest

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

In the company of strangers

The quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared

Layin' low, seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Lookin' for the places only they would know

Askin' only workman's wages, I go lookin' 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

And I'm layin' out my winter clothes and wishing I was warm

Goin' home, the New York City winters are a-bleeding me

Bleedin' me, goin' home

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

And he carries the reminders

Of every glove that's laid him down or cut him

Till he cried out in his anger and his shame

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

Mm-hmm, the fighter still remains