The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Sol#m         Mibm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Sol#m         Mi                 Fa#            Si
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

Si                                                        Sol#m
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,
      Si                                                               Sol#m
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
             Fa#                Mi
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
                                  Si     Fa# Si
But the fighter still remains.