The Boxer

AsI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Fmtold
I have Essquandered my resistance
For a Es7pocket full of Es6mumbles, such are Aspromises
All lies and Fmjest, still a Esman hears what he C#wants to hear
And disregards the Asrest Es, Es7, Es6, As

When I Asleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Fmboy
In the Escompany of strangers
In the Es7quiet of a Es6railway station, Asrunning scared
Laying Fmlow, seeking Esout the poorer C#quarters
Where the ragged people Asgo
Looking Esfor the places Es7only C#they would Asknow

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Lie la Fmlie, Lie la Cmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Fmlie,
EsLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Aslie.

Asking Asonly workman's wages I come looking for a Fmjob
But I get no Esoffers
Just a Es7come-on from the Es6whores on Seventh AsAvenue
I do deFmclare, there were Estimes when I was C#so lonesome
I took some comfort Asthere

EsLie lie lie lie la C#, C#, As
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Then I'm Aslaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Fmgone
GoingEshome 
Where theEs7New York City wintersEs6aren't Asbleeding me Cm
Leading Fmme, to going Eshome Es7 As

In the Asclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Fmtrade
And he Escarries a reminder of ev'ry Es7glove that laid him down
Or Ascut him till he cried out in his anger and his Fmshame
I am Esleaving, I am C#leaving
But the fighter still reAsmains mmmEsmm mmmm Es7 As

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