The Boxer

CI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Amtold
I have Gsquandered my resistance
For a G7pocket full of G6mumbles, such are Cpromises
All lies and Amjest, still a Gman hears what he Fwants to hear
And disregards the Crest G, G7, G6, C

When I Cleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Amboy
In the Gcompany of strangers
In the G7quiet of a G6railway station, Crunning scared
Laying Amlow, seeking Gout the poorer Fquarters
Where the ragged people Cgo
Looking Gfor the places G7only Fthey would Cknow

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Lie la Amlie, Lie la Emlie la lie la lie, Lie la Amlie,
GLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Clie.

Asking Conly workman's wages I come looking for a Amjob
But I get no Goffers
Just a G7come-on from the G6whores on Seventh CAvenue
I do deAmclare, there were Gtimes when I was Fso lonesome
I took some comfort Cthere

GLie lie lie lie la F, F, C
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Then I'm Claying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Amgone
GoingGhome 
Where theG7New York City wintersG6aren't Cbleeding me Em
Leading Amme, to going Ghome G7 C

In the Cclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Amtrade
And he Gcarries a reminder of ev'ry G7glove that laid him down
Or Ccut him till he cried out in his anger and his Amshame
I am Gleaving, I am Fleaving
But the fighter still reCmains mmmGmm mmmm G7 C

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