The Boxer

C#I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Bmtold
I have Assquandered my resistance
For a As7pocket full of As6mumbles, such are C#promises
All lies and Bmjest, still a Asman hears what he F#wants to hear
And disregards the C#rest As, As7, As6, C#

When I C#left my home and my family, I was no more than a Bmboy
In the Ascompany of strangers
In the As7quiet of a As6railway station, C#running scared
Laying Bmlow, seeking Asout the poorer F#quarters
Where the ragged people C#go
Looking Asfor the places As7only F#they would C#know

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Lie la Bmlie, Lie la Fmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Bmlie,
AsLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la C#lie.

Asking C#only workman's wages I come looking for a Bmjob
But I get no Asoffers
Just a As7come-on from the As6whores on Seventh C#Avenue
I do deBmclare, there were Astimes when I was F#so lonesome
I took some comfort C#there

AsLie lie lie lie la F#, F#, C#
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Then I'm C#laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Bmgone
GoingAshome 
Where theAs7New York City wintersAs6aren't C#bleeding me Fm
Leading Bmme, to going Ashome As7 C#

In the C#clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Bmtrade
And he Ascarries a reminder of ev'ry As7glove that laid him down
Or C#cut him till he cried out in his anger and his Bmshame
I am Asleaving, I am F#leaving
But the fighter still reC#mains mmmAsmm mmmm As7 C#

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