The Boxer

EI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom C#mtold
I have Hsquandered my resistance
For a H7pocket full of H6mumbles, such are Epromises
All lies and C#mjest, still a Hman hears what he Awants to hear
And disregards the Erest H, H7, H6, E

When I Eleft my home and my family, I was no more than a C#mboy
In the Hcompany of strangers
In the H7quiet of a H6railway station, Erunning scared
Laying C#mlow, seeking Hout the poorer Aquarters
Where the ragged people Ego
Looking Hfor the places H7only Athey would Eknow

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Lie la C#mlie, Lie la Asmlie la lie la lie, Lie la C#mlie,
HLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Elie.

Asking Eonly workman's wages I come looking for a C#mjob
But I get no Hoffers
Just a H7come-on from the H6whores on Seventh EAvenue
I do deC#mclare, there were Htimes when I was Aso lonesome
I took some comfort Ethere

HLie lie lie lie la A, A, E
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Then I'm Elaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was C#mgone
GoingHhome 
Where theH7New York City wintersH6aren't Ebleeding me Asm
Leading C#mme, to going Hhome H7 E

In the Eclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his C#mtrade
And he Hcarries a reminder of ev'ry H7glove that laid him down
Or Ecut him till he cried out in his anger and his C#mshame
I am Hleaving, I am Aleaving
But the fighter still reEmains mmmHmm mmmm H7 E

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