Chords
The Boxer

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||

 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.