The Boxer Akordy
Simon
GI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Emtold
I have Dsquandered my resistance
For a D7pocket full of D6mumbles, such are Gpromises
All lies and Emjest, still a Dman hears what he Cwants to hear
And disregards the Grest D, D7, D6, G
When I Gleft my home and my family, I was no more than a Emboy
In the Dcompany of strangers
In the D7quiet of a D6railway station, Grunning scared
Laying Emlow, seeking Dout the poorer Cquarters
Where the ragged people Ggo
Looking Dfor the places D7only Cthey would Gknow
CHORUS:
Lie la Emlie, Lie la Hmlie la lie la lie, Lie la Emlie,
DLie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la Glie.
Asking Gonly workman's wages I come looking for a Emjob
But I get no Doffers
Just a D7come-on from the D6whores on Seventh GAvenue
I do deEmclare, there were Dtimes when I was Cso lonesome
I took some comfort Gthere
DLie lie lie lie la C, C, G
CHORUS:
Then I'm Glaying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Emgone
GoingDhome
Where theD7New York City wintersD6aren't Gbleeding me Hm
Leading Emme, to going Dhome D7G
In the Gclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Emtrade
And he Dcarries a reminder of ev'ry D7glove that laid him down
Or Gcut him till he cried out in his anger and his Emshame
I am Dleaving, I am Cleaving
But the fighter still reGmains mmmDmm mmmm D7G
CHORUS:
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
CHORUS:
Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie,
Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie lie lie lie la
CHORUS:
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Goinghome
Where theNew York City wintersaren't bleeding me
Leading me, to going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains mmmmm mmmm
CHORUS: