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Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer


C                                                                  Am
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
          G
I have squandered my resistance
         G7                 G6                      C
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
                 Am            G                          F
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
                             C              G       G7      G6        C
And disregards the rest

C                                                                                  Am
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
          G
In the company of strangers
          G7           G6                   C
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared
          Am              G                    F
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
                                     C
Where the ragged people go
             G                   G7  G6            C
Looking for the places only they would know

         Am          G                             Am
Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie, lie la lie, Lie la lie
         G                F                  C
Lie la lie lie, lie la lie, la la la la lie

C                                                                        Am
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
                  G
But I get no offers
          G7                      G6                        C
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
       Am                         G                       F
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
                               C
I took some comfort there
          G                G7          G6    C
Lie lie lie, lie lie la lie, la la la la lie

Repeat chords for remaining verses

I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder ov ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains

          G                G7          G6    C
Lie lie lie, lie lie la lie, la la la la lie  etc