The Boxer
Ton : CEnglish
Couplet
I Cam just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom Amtold
I have Gsquandered my resistance
For a G7pocket full of mumbles such are Cpromises.
All lies and Amjest
Still a Gman hears what he Fwants to hear
And disregards the Crest.
F G C
Couplet
When I Cleft my home and my family
I was no more than a Amboy
In the Gcompany of strangers
In the G7quiet of a railway station Crunning scared.
Laying Amlow seeking Gout the poorer Fquarters
Where the ragged people Cgo
Looking Gfor the places Fonly they Gwould Cknow.
Refrain
Lie la Amlie lie la Glie lie lie la lie
Lie la Amlie
Lie la Flie la lie Gla lie la la la la Clie.
Couplet
Asking Conly workman's wages
I come looking for a Amjob
But I get no Goffers
Just a G7come-on from the whores Gon Seventh CAvenue.
I do Amdeclare there were Gtimes when I was Fso lonesome
I took some comfort Cthere la la Gla la la.
F G C
Refrain
Lie la Amlie lie la Glie lie lie la lie
Lie la Amlie
Lie la Flie la lie Gla lie la la la la Clie.
Couplet
Then CI'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was Amgone
Going Ghome
Where the G7New York City winters aren't Cbleeding me
EmBleeding me Am
Going Ghome. C
Couplet
In the Cclearing stands the boxer
And a fighter by his Amtrade
And he Gcarries the reminders
Of G7every glove that laid him down
Or Ccut him till he cried out
In his anger and his Amshame
"I am Gleaving I am Fleaving!"
But the fighter still Cremains.
G F G C
Refrain
Lie la Amlie lie la Glie lie lie la lie
Lie la Amlie
Lie la Flie la lie Gla lie la la la la Clie.