The Boxer

F#I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Esmtold
I have C#squandered my resistance
For a C#7pocket full of C#6mumbles, such are F#promises
All lies and Esmjest, still a C#man hears what he Hwants to hear
And disregards the F#rest C#, C#7, C#6, F#

When I F#left my home and my family, I was no more than a Esmboy
In the C#company of strangers
In the C#7quiet of a C#6railway station, F#running scared
Laying Esmlow, seeking C#out the poorer Hquarters
Where the ragged people F#go
Looking C#for the places C#7only Hthey would F#know

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Lie la Esmlie, Lie la Bmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Esmlie,
C#Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la F#lie.

Asking F#only workman's wages I come looking for a Esmjob
But I get no C#offers
Just a C#7come-on from the C#6whores on Seventh F#Avenue
I do deEsmclare, there were C#times when I was Hso lonesome
I took some comfort F#there

C#Lie lie lie lie la H, H, F#
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Then I'm F#laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Esmgone
GoingC#home 
Where theC#7New York City wintersC#6aren't F#bleeding me Bm
Leading Esmme, to going C#home C#7 F#

In the F#clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Esmtrade
And he C#carries a reminder of ev'ry C#7glove that laid him down
Or F#cut him till he cried out in his anger and his Esmshame
I am C#leaving, I am Hleaving
But the fighter still reF#mains mmmC#mm mmmm C#7 F#

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