THE BOXER
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1.    A           A                   A             F#m
      I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
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      I have squandered my existence
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      On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
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      All lies in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
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      And disregards the rest

2.           A                   A            A              F#m
      Well I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy
             E            E
      In the company of strangers
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      In the quiet of the railways station runnin' scared
             F#m         E            D                   D             A
      Layin' low seeking out the poor quarters, where the ragged people go
              E              D               A    A
      Looking for the places only they would know

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      Li li li...

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      Only seeking workman's wages I come looking for a job
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      But I get no offers, just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
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      I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
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      I took some comfort there

4.         A             A                  A             F#m         E     E
      In a laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home, going home
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      Where the New York City winters aren't a bleeding me
              F#m  F#m     E      E
      Beeding me,    going home

SOLO  | A   | A   | A   | F#m | E   | E   |
        Da    da    da...
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5.            A                A           A              F#m
      In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
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      And he carries the reminders
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      Of every bloke that laid him down or clept him till he cried out
             A              F#m        E             D
      In his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving
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      But the fighter still remains

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      Li li li...

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