The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Do#m         Sol#m
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Do#m         La                 Si            Mi
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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