The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Gm         Dm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Gm         Eb                 F            Bb
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

Bb                                                              Gm
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
           F                                                                   Bb
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Gm            Dm         F       Bb
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

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