The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Dom         Solm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Dom         Sol#                 Sib            Mib
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

Mib                                                              Dom
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
           Sib                                                                   Mib
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Dom            Solm         Sib       Mib
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

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