The boxer

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[C]I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom [Am]told
I have [G]squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of [C]mumbles such are promises_
All lies and [Am]jest
Still a [G]man hears what he [F]wants to hear
And disregards the [C]rest_[G]_ [C]

[C]When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a [Am]boy
In the [G]company of strangers
In the [Dm7]quiet of a [C]railway station running scared_
Laying [Am]low
Seeking [C]out the poorer [F]quarters where the ragged people go
Looking [G]for the places [F]only [Em]they [Dm]would [C]know

Liela[Am]lie
Liela[G]lie la lielalie
Liela[Am]lie
[G]Lielalie la la la la
Lie[F] la la la [G]la [C]lie_

Asking [C]only workman’s wages
I come looking for a [Am]job
But I got no of[G]fers_
Just a [Dm7]comeon from the [C]whores on Seventh Avenue_
I do de[Am]clare there were times[Dm7] when [G]I was [F]so lonesome
I took some comfort [C]there
Ooolala[G]_ lala la la_ [C]

Then I’m [C]laying out my winter clothes
[G7]And [C]wishing I was gone[Am]_
Going [G]home
Where the [Dm7]New-York [G7]City winters are[G]n’t [C]bleeding me_
Leading [Em]me_[Am]_
Going [G]home_ [C]

In the [C]clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [Am]trade
And he [G]carries the reminders of [G7]ev’ry glove that [C]laid him down
Or cut him [Dm7]till he[G7] cried[C] out in his anger and his shame[Am]
“I am [G]leaving, I am [F]leaving”
But the fighter still [C]remains [G][C][G] [F] [C]

Liela[Am]lie Liela[G]lie la lielalie
Liela[Am]lie [G]Lielalie la la la la
Lie[F] la la la la [C]lie_
Liela[Am]lie Add lib