The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Dm         Am
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Dm         Bb                 C            F
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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