The Boxer - Paula Fernandes (legendado) Chords
Tempo:
88 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#m
E
A
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
I am just a poor boy, though my story's [C#m] seldom told
[B] I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of noble [E] such a promise is
[C#m] All I seem just, [B] still a man [F#m] hears
What he [E] wants to hear, and disregards the rest
[B] Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Mmm [E]-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
When I left my home and my family
Was no more [C#m] than a boy [B] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway [E] station, running scared
[B] [C#m] Laying low, [B] seeking out the [E] poor porters
Where the ragged people go
[B] Looking for the places only [E] they will know
[C#m] La-da-lai, [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai
[A] La-da-lai, la [B]-da-lai-lai, la [E]-da-lai
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking [C#m] for a job, but I [B] get no offers
Just the common from the words on [E] 7-Eleven we
[G#m] I [C#m] do declare, [B] there were times when [A] I was [E] so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La [B]-da -lai, [E]
[B] [C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[G#m] la-da-lai-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai, [A] la-da-lai
[B] [E]
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing [C#m] I was gone, [B] going home
Where the New York City winters [E] are and bleeding me
[C#m] Bleeding [G#m]
me, [B] going home
[E] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter
[C#m] Body straight, [B] and he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him [E] down when they cut him
Till he cried out, and his [B] anger [C#m] and his shame
[B] I am leaving, I am [A] leaving, but the fighter [E] still remains
[B]
[A] [E] [C#m] La-da-lai, [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da
[A] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] -lai
[C#m] La-da-lai, [A] la-da-lai-lai, [B] la-da-lai, la [C#m]-da
[G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
-lai
[C#m] [B] [A] [E] [B]
[A] [E]
I am just a poor boy, though my story's [C#m] seldom told
[B] I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of noble [E] such a promise is
[C#m] All I seem just, [B] still a man [F#m] hears
What he [E] wants to hear, and disregards the rest
[B] Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Mmm [E]-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
When I left my home and my family
Was no more [C#m] than a boy [B] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway [E] station, running scared
[B] [C#m] Laying low, [B] seeking out the [E] poor porters
Where the ragged people go
[B] Looking for the places only [E] they will know
[C#m] La-da-lai, [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai
[A] La-da-lai, la [B]-da-lai-lai, la [E]-da-lai
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking [C#m] for a job, but I [B] get no offers
Just the common from the words on [E] 7-Eleven we
[G#m] I [C#m] do declare, [B] there were times when [A] I was [E] so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La [B]-da -lai, [E]
[B] [C#m] [B]
[E]
[C#m] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [C#m]
[G#m] la-da-lai-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai, [A] la-da-lai
[B] [E]
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing [C#m] I was gone, [B] going home
Where the New York City winters [E] are and bleeding me
[C#m] Bleeding [G#m]
me, [B] going home
[E] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter
[C#m] Body straight, [B] and he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him [E] down when they cut him
Till he cried out, and his [B] anger [C#m] and his shame
[B] I am leaving, I am [A] leaving, but the fighter [E] still remains
[B]
[A] [E] [C#m] La-da-lai, [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da
[A] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B] [C#m]
[G#m] -lai
[C#m] La-da-lai, [A] la-da-lai-lai, [B] la-da-lai, la [C#m]-da
[G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B] [E]
-lai
[C#m] [B] [A] [E] [B]
[A] [E]
Key:
B
C#m
E
A
G#m
B
C#m
E
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I am just a poor boy, though my story's [C#m] seldom told
[B] I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of noble [E] such a promise is
_ _ [C#m] All I seem just, [B] still a man [F#m] hears
What he [E] wants to hear, and disregards the rest
[B] Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Mmm [E]-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
When _ _ I left my home and my family
Was no more [C#m] than a boy [B] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway [E] station, running scared
_ _ [B] _ [C#m] Laying low, [B] seeking out the [E] poor porters
Where the ragged people go
[B] Looking for the places only [E] they will know
_ [C#m] La-da-lai, _ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai
[A] La-da-lai, la [B]-da-lai-lai, la [E]-da-lai
_ Asking _ _ only workman's wages
I come looking [C#m] for a job, but I [B] get no offers
Just the common from the words on [E] 7-Eleven we
_ [G#m] I [C#m] do declare, [B] there were times when [A] I was [E] so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La [B]-da _ _ -lai, _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai, _ [A] la-da-lai
[B] _ _ [E] _ _
Then _ _ _ I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing [C#m] I was gone, [B] going home
_ Where the New York City winters [E] are and bleeding me
_ [C#m] _ Bleeding _ [G#m] _
me, [B] going home
_ [E] In _ _ _ _ _ _ the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter
[C#m] Body straight, [B] and he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him [E] down when they cut him
Till he cried out, and his [B] anger [C#m] and his shame
[B] I am leaving, I am [A] leaving, but the fighter [E] still remains
[B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#m] La-da-lai, _ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ -lai
[C#m] La-da-lai, _ [A] la-da-lai-lai, [B] la-da-lai, la [C#m]-da _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
-lai
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
I am just a poor boy, though my story's [C#m] seldom told
[B] I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of noble [E] such a promise is
_ _ [C#m] All I seem just, [B] still a man [F#m] hears
What he [E] wants to hear, and disregards the rest
[B] Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Mmm [E]-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
When _ _ I left my home and my family
Was no more [C#m] than a boy [B] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway [E] station, running scared
_ _ [B] _ [C#m] Laying low, [B] seeking out the [E] poor porters
Where the ragged people go
[B] Looking for the places only [E] they will know
_ [C#m] La-da-lai, _ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai
[A] La-da-lai, la [B]-da-lai-lai, la [E]-da-lai
_ Asking _ _ only workman's wages
I come looking [C#m] for a job, but I [B] get no offers
Just the common from the words on [E] 7-Eleven we
_ [G#m] I [C#m] do declare, [B] there were times when [A] I was [E] so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La [B]-da _ _ -lai, _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, [C#m] la-da-lai, _ [A] la-da-lai
[B] _ _ [E] _ _
Then _ _ _ I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing [C#m] I was gone, [B] going home
_ Where the New York City winters [E] are and bleeding me
_ [C#m] _ Bleeding _ [G#m] _
me, [B] going home
_ [E] In _ _ _ _ _ _ the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter
[C#m] Body straight, [B] and he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him [E] down when they cut him
Till he cried out, and his [B] anger [C#m] and his shame
[B] I am leaving, I am [A] leaving, but the fighter [E] still remains
[B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#m] La-da-lai, _ [G#m] la-da-lai-lai, la-da-lai, [C#m] la-da _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ -lai
[C#m] La-da-lai, _ [A] la-da-lai-lai, [B] la-da-lai, la [C#m]-da _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
-lai
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _