The Boxer

GI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Emtold
I have Dsquandered my resistance
For a D7pocket full of D6mumbles, such are Gpromises
All lies and Emjest, still a Dman hears what he Cwants to hear
And disregards the Grest D, D7, D6, G

When I Gleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Emboy
In the Dcompany of strangers
In the D7quiet of a D6railway station, Grunning scared
Laying Emlow, seeking Dout the poorer Cquarters
Where the ragged people Ggo
Looking Dfor the places D7only Cthey would Gknow

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Lie la Emlie, Lie la Hmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Emlie,
DLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Glie.

Asking Gonly workman's wages I come looking for a Emjob
But I get no Doffers
Just a D7come-on from the D6whores on Seventh GAvenue
I do deEmclare, there were Dtimes when I was Cso lonesome
I took some comfort Gthere

DLie lie lie lie la C, C, G
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Then I'm Glaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Emgone
GoingDhome 
Where theD7New York City wintersD6aren't Gbleeding me Hm
Leading Emme, to going Dhome D7 G

In the Gclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Emtrade
And he Dcarries a reminder of ev'ry D7glove that laid him down
Or Gcut him till he cried out in his anger and his Emshame
I am Dleaving, I am Cleaving
But the fighter still reGmains mmmDmm mmmm D7 G

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