"BOXERS"


A   D   A   D   A   D   A   D
Bm
E                                           A        D
Losing in front of your home crowd

      A      D              Bm              
you wish the ground

                       E                                  A     D     A     D
would open up and take you down

          Bm                E       
and will time ever pass?

C#     F#m   
will time 

                 Bm        E    E7
never pass, for us?

             A             C#m            D       F
Your weary wife is walking away

       A         C#m                D          F          
your nephew is true, and he thinks the world of you

              F#m        E              D      Dm7
and I have to close my eyes

A     G     D     E
Bm
        E                                    A      D
Losing in front of your home town

A         D          Bm
the crowd calls your name

                        E                          A     D    A      D
they love you, all the same

      Bm                              E     
the sound, the smell and the spray

         C#             F#m
you will take them all away

                 Bm              E      E7
and they'll stay 'til the grave

             A            C#m              D         F
Your weary wife is walking away

       A          C#m                  D         F           
your nephew is true, and he thinks the world of you

           F#m         E              D       Dm7
and I have to close my eyes

A     G      D      E
Gmaj7        Bm
Gmaj7        Bm          E
Bm
   E                               A      D
Losing in your home town

               A      D     Bm            E              A     D    A     D
hell is the bell that will not ring again

     Bm                E
but you will return one day

    C#              F#m
because of all the things

         Bm
that you see

            E       E7
when your eyes close

             A             C#m              D        F
Your weary wife is walking away

       A          C#m                 D          F            
your nephew is true, he still thinks the world of you

                 F#m            E                 D        Dm7     
and I have to close my eyes

A      G      D      E

(Morrissey-Whyte)