The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Fam         Dom
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Fam         Do#                 Mib            Sol#
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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