THE BOXER Simon & Garfunkel [C] I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [Am] told, I have
[G] squandered my resistance, For a [F] pocket full of mumbles, such are [C] promises. All lies and [Am] jest, still
a [G] man he hears what he [F] wants to hear, And [C] disre[G]gards [F] the [C] rest. When I [C] left my home and
my family, I was no more than a [Am] boy, in the [G] company of strangers, In the [F] quiet of a railway station,
[C] running scared. Laying [Am] low, seeking [G] out the poorer [F] quarters Where the ragged people [C] go, Lookin'
for the places [G] only [F] they would [C] know. Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie,
liela[G]lie lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie Asking [C] only workman's wages I come lookin' for a
[Am] job, but I get no [G] offers. Just a [F] comeon from the [C] whores on Seventh [G] A[F]ven[C]ue. I do [Am]
declare, there were [G] times when I was [C] so lonesome, I [G] took some [F] comfort [C] there. Liela[Am]lie,
liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lie lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie Then
I'm [C] laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was [Am] gone, going [G] home. Where the [F] New York City [C]
winters aren't [G] blee[F] ding [C] me, Leading me, [Am] going [G] home. In the [C] clearing stands a boxer and
a fighter by his [Am] trade, And he [G] carries the reminders, Of [F] every glove that's [G] laid him down, Or
[G] cut him, 'til he [C] cried out, in his anger and his [Am] shame, "I am [G] leaving, I am [F] leaving." But
the fighter still re[C]mains. Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lie
lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lie
lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lie
lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lielielielalie, Liela[Am]lie, liela[G]lie
lie lie lie [F] lie la la liela[C]lie
