The Boxer

BI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Gmtold
I have Fsquandered my resistance
For a F7pocket full of F6mumbles, such are Bpromises
All lies and Gmjest, still a Fman hears what he Eswants to hear
And disregards the Brest F, F7, F6, B

When I Bleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Gmboy
In the Fcompany of strangers
In the F7quiet of a F6railway station, Brunning scared
Laying Gmlow, seeking Fout the poorer Esquarters
Where the ragged people Bgo
Looking Ffor the places F7only Esthey would Bknow

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Lie la Gmlie, Lie la Dmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Gmlie,
FLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Blie.

Asking Bonly workman's wages I come looking for a Gmjob
But I get no Foffers
Just a F7come-on from the F6whores on Seventh BAvenue
I do deGmclare, there were Ftimes when I was Esso lonesome
I took some comfort Bthere

FLie lie lie lie la Es, Es, B
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Then I'm Blaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Gmgone
GoingFhome 
Where theF7New York City wintersF6aren't Bbleeding me Dm
Leading Gmme, to going Fhome F7 B

In the Bclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Gmtrade
And he Fcarries a reminder of ev'ry F7glove that laid him down
Or Bcut him till he cried out in his anger and his Gmshame
I am Fleaving, I am Esleaving
But the fighter still reBmains mmmFmm mmmm F7 B

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