The Boxer
Ton : AEnglish
AI am just a poor boy, though my story's E/G#seldom F#mtold
I haveE squandered my resistance for aE7 pocketful of mumbles, such areA promises
All lE/G#ies and jF#mest, still a mEan hears what he wDants to hear and disregards the rAest
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When I Aleft my home and my family, I was no moreE/G# than aF#m boy
In theE company of strangers, in theE7 quiet of the railway station,A runnin' scared
E/G#Laying F#mlow, seeking Eout the poorer Dquarters, where the ragged people Ago
LookingE for the placesD only they wouldA know
Lie la F#mlie, lie laC#m la la lie la lie, lie laF#m lie
Lie laE la la lie la lie, la la la laA lie
AskingA only workman's wages, I come lookin'E/G# for a F#mjob
But I get no oEffers, just aE7 come-on from the whores on SeventhA Avenue
E/G#I do deF#mclare there were Etimes when I was Dso lonesome I took some comfort Athere
La la, Ela la la la Ela A
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E/G# F#m E D A
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Lie la F#mlie, lie laC#m la la lie la lie, lie laF#m lie
Lie la Ela la lie la lie, la la la la Alie
Then I'm Alaying out my winter clothes and wishingE/G# I was F#mgone, going Ehome
Where theE New York City winters aren'tA bleeding me
C#mLeading meeeeeeF#m, going hoEme E7 A
In theA clearing stands a boxer, and a fighterE/G# by hisF#m trade
And heE carries the reminders ofE7 every glove that laid him down
orA cut him 'til he cried out
In his angerE/G# and hisF#m shame, "I amE leaving,
I amD leaving, but the fighter still Aremains"
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Lie la F#mlie, lie laC#m la la lie la lie, lie laF#m lie
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LieA A A lieA lie,A A A A lie (ad lib)