The Boxer

EsI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Cmtold
I have Bsquandered my resistance
For a B7pocket full of B6mumbles, such are Espromises
All lies and Cmjest, still a Bman hears what he Aswants to hear
And disregards the Esrest B, B7, B6, Es

When I Esleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Cmboy
In the Bcompany of strangers
In the B7quiet of a B6railway station, Esrunning scared
Laying Cmlow, seeking Bout the poorer Asquarters
Where the ragged people Esgo
Looking Bfor the places B7only Asthey would Esknow

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Lie la Cmlie, Lie la Gmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Cmlie,
BLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Eslie.

Asking Esonly workman's wages I come looking for a Cmjob
But I get no Boffers
Just a B7come-on from the B6whores on Seventh EsAvenue
I do deCmclare, there were Btimes when I was Asso lonesome
I took some comfort Esthere

BLie lie lie lie la As, As, Es
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Then I'm Eslaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Cmgone
GoingBhome 
Where theB7New York City wintersB6aren't Esbleeding me Gm
Leading Cmme, to going Bhome B7 Es

In the Esclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Cmtrade
And he Bcarries a reminder of ev'ry B7glove that laid him down
Or Escut him till he cried out in his anger and his Cmshame
I am Bleaving, I am Asleaving
But the fighter still reEsmains mmmBmm mmmm B7 Es

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