The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

Do#                                                  Sibm
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.
                  Sibm
All lies and jest.
           Sol#                       Fa#                                                   Do#  Sol# Do#
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Do#                                                         Sibm
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.
           Sibm              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.

          Sibm         Fam
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Sibm         Fa#                 Sol#            Do#
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

                                              Sol#       Sibm
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.
             Sibm                  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#                                                              Sibm
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.
Sibm            Fam         Sol#       Do#
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

Do#                                                        Sibm
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#                                                               Sibm
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.