The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          Fm         Cm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          Fm         C#                 Eb            G#
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

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