The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

Re                                                  Sim
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
                La
I have squandered my resistance,
                                                         Re
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
                  Sim
All lies and jest.
           La                       Sol                                                   Re  La Re
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Re                                                         Sim
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
            La
In the company of strangers,
                                                  Re
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
           Sim              La                       Sol
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
                                       Re
Where the ragged people go.
            La                 Sol         La                Re
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

          Sim         Fa#m
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Sim         Sol                 La            Re
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

                                              La       Sim
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
                   La
But I get no offers,
                                                                  Re
Just a come-on from the s on Seventh Avenue.
             Sim                  La                        Sol
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
                                  Re                     La
I took some comfort there la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Re                                                              Sim
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
           La                                                                   Re
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Sim            Fa#m         La       Re
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

Re                                                        Sim
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
              La
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
      Re                                                               Sim
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
             La                Sol
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
                                  Re     La Re
But the fighter still remains.