The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Bbm         Fm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Bbm         F#                 G#            C#
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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