The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Em         Bm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Em         C                 D            G
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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