Simon & Garfunkel

THE BOXER
Simon and Garfunkel

^C I am just a poor boy.

Though my story´s seldom ^Ami told,

I have squan ^G dered my resistance

for a pocket full of mum ^C bles,such are promises.

All lies and jest, ^Ami still a man ^G hears what he ^F wants to hear,
and disregards the rest ^C
.
^C When I left my home and my family,

I was no more than a boy ^Ami in the com ^G pany

of strangers in the quiet ^Dmi7 of a rail ^C way station running scared,

laying low ^Ami seeking out ^C the poorer

^F quarters where the ragged people go,

looking for ^G the places ^F only they <sup>Em

Dmi</sup> would ^C know.

Lie la lie ^Ami ,Lie la lie ^G la lie la lie la ^Ami lie

^G Lie la lie la la la la lie ^F la la la ^G lie ^C


Asking only work man΄s wages I come

looking for a job ^Ami ,but i get no of ^G fers,

Just a come ^Dmi7 -on from the ^C whores on Seventh Avenue.

I do de ^Ami clare,there where times, ^Dmi7 when I ^G was so ^F lone-some

I took some comfort ^C there. Ooo-la-la ^G la lal la la

^G Then I΄m ^C laying out my winter ^G7 clothes and ^C wishing I was ^Ami gone,

going ^G home

Where the ^Dmi7 New York City ^G winters aren ^G ΄t ble ^C eding,

leading ^Em me ^Ami going ^G home.

In the ^G clearing stands a boxer,and a fighter by his ^Ami trade

And he caries ^G the reminders,of ^G7 every glove that ^C laid him down

or cut him ^Dmi7 till he ^G7 cried out ^C in his anger and his ^Ami shame,

I am leaving, ^G I am leaving. ^F But the fighter still remai ^C ns.


(fade)

Lie la lie....


That΄s all folks... Marcello