The Boxer
Paula Fernandes
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(capo 2ª casa)D I am just a poor boy, though myBm story's seldom told.A I have squandered my resistance, For a pocketful of mumbles, such areD promises.Bm All lies and jest.A G Still a man hears what he wants toD A D hear and disregards the rest.D When I left my home and my familyBm I was no more than a boy,A In the company of strangers,D In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.Bm A Laying low, seeking out the poorerG quarters,Continúa después del anuncioD Where the ragged people go.A G A Lookin' for the places, only theyD would know.Bm F#m Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lieBm Lie-la-lieG A D Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lieA Bm Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,A But I get no offers, Just a come-on from the whores onD Seventh Avenue.Bm A I do declare there were times whenG I was so lonesome,D I took some comfort there la, la,A la, la, la, la, la, la, laD Then I'm laying out my winterBm clothes and wishing I was gone,A Going home, where the New York CityD winters aren't bleedin' me.Bm F#m A D Bleadin' me, to goin' home.D In the clearing stands a boxer andBm a fighter by his trade,A And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,D Or cut him 'til he cried out in hisBm anger and his shame,A G "I am leaving, I am leaving."D A D But the fighter still remains.