The Boxer

DI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Hmtold
I have Asquandered my resistance
For a A7pocket full of A6mumbles, such are Dpromises
All lies and Hmjest, still a Aman hears what he Gwants to hear
And disregards the Drest A, A7, A6, D

When I Dleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Hmboy
In the Acompany of strangers
In the A7quiet of a A6railway station, Drunning scared
Laying Hmlow, seeking Aout the poorer Gquarters
Where the ragged people Dgo
Looking Afor the places A7only Gthey would Dknow

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Lie la Hmlie, Lie la F#mlie la lie la lie, Lie la Hmlie,
ALie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Dlie.

Asking Donly workman's wages I come looking for a Hmjob
But I get no Aoffers
Just a A7come-on from the A6whores on Seventh DAvenue
I do deHmclare, there were Atimes when I was Gso lonesome
I took some comfort Dthere

ALie lie lie lie la G, G, D
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Then I'm Dlaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Hmgone
GoingAhome 
Where theA7New York City wintersA6aren't Dbleeding me F#m
Leading Hmme, to going Ahome A7 D

In the Dclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Hmtrade
And he Acarries a reminder of ev'ry A7glove that laid him down
Or Dcut him till he cried out in his anger and his Hmshame
I am Aleaving, I am Gleaving
But the fighter still reDmains mmmAmm mmmm A7 D

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