The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Mim         Sim
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Mim         Do                 Re            Sol
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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