The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
Cifras

(capo 2ª casa)

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

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

          G#m         Ebm
Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie
          G#m         E                 F#            B
Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie

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

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

B                                                        G#m
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,
      B                                                               G#m
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
             F#                E
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
                                  B     F# B
But the fighter still remains.