About the song
Introducing “The Boxer” by Simon & Garfunkel, a timeless folk-rock anthem that has left an indelible mark on music lovers since its release in 1969. Penned by Paul Simon, one-half of the legendary duo, this iconic track was featured on their album “Bridge over Troubled Water,” solidifying its place as one of the standout songs of the era.
“The Boxer” resonates with listeners through its evocative storytelling and haunting melody. Paul Simon’s introspective lyrics, coupled with the duo’s signature harmonies, create a poignant narrative that speaks to the struggles and resilience of the human spirit.
Upon its release, “The Boxer” climbed the music charts, earning critical acclaim and commercial success. Its powerful imagery and universal themes of perseverance and redemption struck a chord with audiences, making it a timeless classic that continues to resonate with listeners of all ages.
Over the years, “The Boxer” has been covered by numerous artists and featured in various films and television shows, further solidifying its status as a cultural touchstone. Its enduring popularity is a testament to the enduring talent of Simon & Garfunkel and their ability to create music that transcends generations.
So, whether you’re revisiting this classic or discovering it for the first time, let the melodic strains of “The Boxer” transport you to a place of introspection and contemplation. It’s more than just a song—it’s a testament to the enduring power of music to inspire, uplift, and unite us all.
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Lyrics
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
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
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
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Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking 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, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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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
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
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