CHAPTER SEVEN: THE FIGHTER STILL REMAINS

A full year later, he was sharing his experience with his girlfriend, Annie, and she was caught up in his story...

"Wow! So I guess "The Fighter" still remains, huh?" Annie asked.

"Yeah; I guess so," Davy marveled as he took Annie's hand and they made their way out to his car.

THE END

LYRICS TO "THE BOXER":

I AM JUST A POOR BOY
THOUGH MY STORY'S SELDOM TOLD
I HAVE SQUANDERED MY RESISTANCE
FOR A POCKETFULL OF MUMBLES
SUCH ARE PROMISES
ALL LIES AND JEST
STILL A MAN HEARS WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR AND DISREGARD 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 QUATERS WHERE
THE RAGGED PEOPLE GO, LOOKIN' FOR THE
PLACES ONLY THEY WOULD KNOW;

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LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LA LIE LA LA LIE, LIE LA LIE, LIE LA LIE, LA LA LA LIE, LA LA LA LA LIE.
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ASKING ONLY WORKMAN'S WAGES, I COME
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,
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.

NOW I'M LAYING OUT MY WINTER CLOTHES AND WISHING I WAS GONE, GOIN' HOME,
WHERE THE NEW YORK CITY WINTERS WEREN'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 TIL HE CRIED OUT, IN HIS
ANGER AND HIS SHAME...

"I AM LEAVING! I AM LEAVING!" THOUGH THE FIGHTER STILL REMAINS, HM HM HM...

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