Boxer Simon
Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
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[1] Chwyty na gitarę
CI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom atoldI have
Gsquandered my resistanceFor a
G7pocket full of G6mumbles, such are CpromisesAll lies and
ajest, still a Gman hears what he Fwants to hearAnd disregards the
Crest G G7 G6 CWhen I
Cleft my home and my family, I was no more than a aboyIn the
Gcompany of strangersIn the
G7quiet of a G6railway station, Crunning scaredLaying
alow, seeking Gout the poorer FquartersWhere the ragged people
CgoLooking
Gfor the places G7only Fthey would CknowCHORUS:
Lie la
alie, Lie la elie la lie la lie, Lie la alie,GLie la lie la la la la, lie Fla la la la Clie.Asking
Conly workman's wages I come looking for a ajobBut I get no
GoffersJust a
G7come-on from the G6whores on Seventh CAvenueI do de
aclare, there were Gtimes when I was Fso lonesomeI took some comfort
CthereGLie lie lie lie la F F CThen I'm
Claying out my winter clothes and wishing I was agoneGoing
Ghome where theG7New York City wintersG6aren't Cbleeding me eLeading
ame, to going Ghome G7 CIn the
Cclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his atradeAnd he
Gcarries a reminder of ev'ry G7glove that laid him downOr
Ccut him till he cried out in his anger and his ashameI am
Gleaving, I am FleavingBut the fighter still re
Cmains mmmGmm mmmm G7 CLie La....
