The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Fa#m         Do#m
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Fa#m         Re                 Mi            La
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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