the boxer

retour

[C]I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [Am]told

I have [G]squandered my resistance

For a [Dm]pocket full of [G]mumbles, such are [C]promises

All lies and [Am]jest, still a [G]man hears what he [F]wants to hear

And disregards the [C]rest [G] [G7] [G6] [C]

When I [C]left my home and my family, I was no more than a [Am]boy

In the [G]company of strangers

In the [G7]quiet of a [G6]railway station, [C]running scared

Laying [Am]low, seeking [G]out the poorer [F]quarters

Where the ragged people [C]go

Looking [G]for the places [G7]only [G6]they would [C]know

Lie la [Am]lie, Lie la [G]lie la lie la lie, Lie la [Am]lie,

[G]Lie la lie la la la la, lie [F]la la la la [C]lie.

Asking [C]only workman's wages I come looking for a [Am]job

But I get no [G]offers

Just a [G7]come-on from the [G6]whores on Seventh [C]Avenue

I do de[Am]clare, there were [G]times when I was [F]so lonesome

I took some comfort [C]there

[G]Lie lie lie lie la [G7] [G6] [C]

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

Leading me, going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries a reminder ov ev'ry glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains