The Boxer
Ton : AEnglish
Couplet
AI am just a poor boy, though my story's E/G#seldom F#mtold
I have Esquandered my resistance for a E7pocketful of mumbles, such are Apromises
All E/G#lies and F#mjest, still a Eman hears what he Dwants to hear and disregards the Arest
Mmmm Emmmm mmmmmm, mmm mm mm Ammmmm
Couplet
When I Aleft my home and my family, I was no more E/G#than a F#mboy
In the Ecompany of strangers, in the E7quiet of the railway station, Arunnin' scared
E/G#Laying F#mlow, seeking Eout the poorer Dquarters, where the ragged people Ago
Looking Efor the places Donly they would Aknow
Refrain
Lie la F#mlie, lie la C#mla la lie la lie, lie la F#mlie
Lie la Ela la lie la lie, la la la la Alie
Couplet
Asking Aonly workman's wages, I come lookin' E/G#for a F#mjob
But I get no Eoffers, just a E7come-on from the whores on Seventh AAvenue
E/G#I do F#mdeclare there were Etimes when I was Dso lonesome I took some comfort Athere
La la, Ela la la la Ela A
Instrumental
A E/G# F#m E E7 A
E/G# F#m E D A
E D A
Refrain
Lie la F#mlie, lie la C#mla la lie la lie, lie la F#mlie
Lie la Ela la lie la lie, la la la la Alie
Couplet
Then I'm Alaying out my winter clothes and wishing E/G#I was F#mgone, going Ehome
Where the ENew York City winters aren't Ableeding me
C#mLeading F#mmeeeeee, going Ehome E7 A
Couplet
In the Aclearing stands a boxer, and a fighter E/G#by his F#mtrade
And he Ecarries the reminders of E7every glove that laid him down or Acut him 'til he cried out
In his anger E/G#and his F#mshame, "I am Eleaving,
I am Dleaving, but the fighter still Aremains"
Mmmm EmmmmDm A
Refrain
Lie la F#mlie, lie la C#mla la lie la lie, lie la F#mlie
E F#m C#m
Lie A A A lie Alie, A A A A lie (ad lib)