The Boxer chords

[C]I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom [Ami]told,
I have [G]squandered my resistance
for a pocketful of [C]numbles, such are promises.
All lies and [Ami]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 [Ami]boy
in the [G]company of strangers
in the [Dmi7]quiet of a [C]railway station running scared,
Laying [Ami]low seeking [C]out the
poorer [F]quarters where the ragged people go,
Looking [G]for the places
[F]only [Emi]they [Dmi]would [C]know.
Lie la [Ami]lie, Lie la [G]lie la lie
la lie lie la [Ami]lie [G]Lie la lie
la la la la Lie [F]la la la [G]la [C]lie.
[C]Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a [Ami]job,
but I get no of[G]fers,
Just a [Dmi]comeon from the [C]whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do dec[Ami]lare, there were times[Dmi7]
when [G]I was [F]so lone some I
took some comfort [C]there.
Ooo la la [G]la la la la.[C]
Then I'm [C]laying out my winter clothes
[G7]and [C]wishing I was [Ami]gone, going [G]home
Where the [Dmi]New York [G7]City
winters are[G]n't [C]bleeding me,
Leading [Emi]me, [Ami]going [G]home. [C]
In the [C]clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his [Ami7]trade
And he [G]carries the reminders
of [G7]ev'ry glove that [C]laid him down
Or cut him [Dmi7]till
[G7]he cried [C]out in his anger and his sh?[Ami]
"I am [G]leaving. I [F]am leaving."
But the fighter still [C]remains.[G] , [C] , [G] , [F] , [C]
Lie la lie...