The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Solm         Rem
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Solm         Mib                 Fa            Sib
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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