The Boxer

HI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Asmtold
I have F#squandered my resistance
For a F#7pocket full of F#6mumbles, such are Hpromises
All lies and Asmjest, still a F#man hears what he Ewants to hear
And disregards the Hrest F#, F#7, F#6, H

When I Hleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Asmboy
In the F#company of strangers
In the F#7quiet of a F#6railway station, Hrunning scared
Laying Asmlow, seeking F#out the poorer Equarters
Where the ragged people Hgo
Looking F#for the places F#7only Ethey would Hknow

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Lie la Asmlie, Lie la Esmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Asmlie,
F#Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Hlie.

Asking Honly workman's wages I come looking for a Asmjob
But I get no F#offers
Just a F#7come-on from the F#6whores on Seventh HAvenue
I do deAsmclare, there were F#times when I was Eso lonesome
I took some comfort Hthere

F#Lie lie lie lie la E, E, H
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Then I'm Hlaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Asmgone
GoingF#home 
Where theF#7New York City wintersF#6aren't Hbleeding me Esm
Leading Asmme, to going F#home F#7 H

In the Hclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Asmtrade
And he F#carries a reminder of ev'ry F#7glove that laid him down
Or Hcut him till he cried out in his anger and his Asmshame
I am F#leaving, I am Eleaving
But the fighter still reHmains mmmF#mm mmmm F#7 H

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