The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

C                                                  Am
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.
                  Am
All lies and jest.
           G                       F                                                   C  G C
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

C                                                         Am
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.
           Am              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.

          Am         Em
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Am         F                 G            C
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

                                              G       Am
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.
             Am                  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                                                              Am
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.
Am            Em         G       C
Bleadin' me, to goin' home.

C                                                        Am
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                                                               Am
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.