The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Rem         Lam
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Rem         Sib                 Do            Fa
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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