The Boxer

C                                                Am  
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told  
           G  
I have squandered my resistance   
           G7.             G6                        C 
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises  
             Am            G                  F  
All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear   
                                C      G    C  
And disregards the rest  
                                                                                    Am  
When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy  
         G  
In the company of strangers  
        G7             G6                                C  
In the quiet of a railway station running scared  
       Am                     G                F  
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go  
         G                                                  C  
Looking for the places only they would know  
        Am  
Lie-la-lie  
        Em 
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie  
        Am  
Lie la lie  
G                       F                     C  
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie  
                                                                              Am  
Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job  
                    G  
But I get no offers  
          G7                         G6                           C 
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue  
        Am                         G                          F                                                    C  
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there  
        G               C  
Ooo-la-la la la la la  
  
        Am  
Lie-la-lie  
         Em 
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie  
        Am  
Lie la lie  
G                           F                  C  
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie  
  
C  
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes  
                           Am  
And wishing I was gone   
       G                          G7                    G6                 C                     Em 
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me  
                   Am  
Leading me  
          G           C 
Going Home  
       C                                                                     Am  
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade  
          G  
And he carries the reminders   
    G7                     G6                        C  
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down or cut him 'till he cried out  
                                 Am  
In his anger and his shame  
        G              F                                   C  
"I am Leaving, I am Leaving."  But the Fighter still remains  
  
G G7 G6  C  
  
        Am  
Lie-la-lie  
        Em 
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie  
        Am  
Lie la lie  
 G                        F             Am  
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie  
  
  
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