The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          C#m         G#m
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          C#m         A                 B            E
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

E                                                              C#m
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
           B                                                                   E
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
C#m            G#m         B       E
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

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