The boxer

The Boxer


C Am
I’m just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told
G C
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
Am G F C
All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
G C
Hmmm, Hmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm

Am
When I left my home and my family, I was no more then a boy
G G7 C
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station running scared
Am G F C
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
G F Em Dm C
Looking for the places only they would know

Refrein
Am G Am
Lie - la - lie, lie - la - lie - la - lie - la - lie, lie - la - lie
G F C
Lie - la - lie - la - lie - la - lie - la - la - la - la - lie

Am
Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking for a job
G G7 C
But I get no offers, just a come-on from the girls 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 - la

C G7 C Am G
Then I’m laying out my winterclothes and wishing I was gone, going home
Dm7 G7 C G C Am G C
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me, leading me, going home

C Am
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
G G7 C
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
Dm G7 C Am
Till he cried out in his anger and his shame,
G F C G G7 C
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

Refrein (repeat and fade out)