enviada por jov-correa
Paula Fernandes - The Boxer
(capo 2ª casa) D G I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told. A I have squandered my resistance, D For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises. Bm All lies and jest. A G D A D Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. D G When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy, A In the company of strangers, D In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared. Bm A G Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, D Where the ragged people go. A G A D Lookin' for the places, only they would know. Bm A Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-la-la-lie Bm G A D Lie-la-lie Lie-le-lie-la-lie-la-la-la-la-la-lie G Bm Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job, A But I get no offers, D Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue. Bm A G I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome, D A I took some comfort there la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la D G Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, A D Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me. Bm F#m A D Bleadin' me, to goin' home. D G In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, A And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down, D Bm Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame, A G "I am leaving, I am leaving." D A D But the fighter still remains.
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