(The Boxer)
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If I'd been born a street away, another star ascending
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I'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the ring
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And I salute the boxer if he lose or if he win
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Not the cigar-ash, splashed fat men
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Who sit around the ring.
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I want water in the bottle not brandy in the glass
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Bruised and battered maybe but a fighter to the last
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So I salute the boxer if he lose or if he win
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Not the cigar-ash splashed fat men
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Who sit around the ring.
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And I have watched the fighters since I was just a kid
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From their struggle through the ghettos to their championship bids
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And it ain't just for the money that a guy gets cut and bruised
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Or to please the ringside fat men
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And to keep them all amused.
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Chorus
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No boxer started out rich and I hate when they complain
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They're calling it blood money they talk of damage to the brain
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But the poor do not want charity they only want their pride
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Better go down fighting than accept the back seat ride.
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Chorus
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I'm gonna miss Muhammed when he takes his final bow
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May he go out with his fist high and ignore the screaming crowd,
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Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind their cigars hid
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And keep the sense of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.
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Another Star Ascending
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| Ralph McTell |
