The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Lam         Mim
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Lam         Fa                 Sol            Do
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

Do                                                              Lam
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
           Sol                                                                   Do
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Lam            Mim         Sol       Do
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

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