The Boxer
by Simon & Garfunkel
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C I am just a poor boy though my C story's C/B seldom Am told I have G squandered my resistance For a Dm pocket full of G mumbles, such are C promises All lies and Am jest, still a G man hears what he F wants to hear And disregards the C rest G F C When I C left my home and my family, I was C no more C/B than a Am boy In the G company of strangers In the Dm quiet of a G railway station, C running scared Laying Am low, seeking G out the poorer F quarters Where the ragged people C go Looking G for the places F only they would C know Chorus: Lie la Am lie, lie la Em lie la lie la lie, lie la Am lie, Lie la G lie la la la la, lie F la la la la C lie |
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Asking C only workman's wages I come C looking C/B for a Am job But I get no G offers Just a Dm come-on from the G whores on Seventh C Avenue I do deAmclare, there were G times when I was so F lonesome I took some comfort C there G Lie lie lie lie la F C Then I'm C laying out my winter clothes and C wishing C/B I was Am gone Going G home, where the Dm New York City G winters aren't C bleeding me Leading Am me, going G home F C In the C clearing stands a boxer and a C fighter C/B by his Am trade And he G carries a reminder of G7 ev'ry glove that laid him down Or C cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his Am shame I am G leaving, I am F leaving But the fighter still reCmains --Chorus |