#49 BOXER, THE
CI am just a poor boy,
though my story's seldom taold
I have squGandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbCles such are promises
All lies and jaest still a mGan hears
what he waFnts to hear
And disregards the reCstG C
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a baoy
In the coGmpany of strangers
In the qud7iet of a railway station ruCnning scared
Laying loaw seeking oGut the poorer quFarters
where the ragged people gCo
Looking fGor the places oFnly theey wdould knCow
Lie-la-liae
Lie-la-lGie la lie-la-lie
Lie la liae
GLie-la-lie la la la la lFie la la la la GlieC
Asking only workmans wages
I come looking for a joab
But I get no ofGfers
Just a cd7ome-on
from the whores on seventh aCvenue
I do declaare there were td7imes when I wGas
Fso lonesome I took some comfort thCere
Ooo-la-lGa la la la laF la la laC.
Lie-la-laie
Lie-la-lGie la lie-la-lie
Lie la liae
GLie-la-lie la la la la liFe la la la la lGieC
CThen I'm laying out my winter clothes
G7And wCishing I was goane
Going hGome where the Nd7ew York CG7ity
wGinters aren't blCeeding me
Leading mae
Going HomGe
In the clCearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his traade
And he caGrries the reminders
G7Of ev'ry glove tChat laid him down
or cd7ut hG7im 'till he cried oCut
In his anger and his shaame
G"I am Leaving,F I am Leaving."
But the Fighter still remCains
G C G F C
Lie-la-laie
Lie-la-lGie la lie-la-lie
Lie la liae
LGie-la-lie la la la la liFe la la la la liae