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The Boxer

Simon And Garfunkel
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
I  am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
 I have squandered  my resistance,
 For a pocketful  of mumbles,  such are promises.
 All lies and jest;
 Still, a man  hears what he wants  to hear and disregards the rest.
 When I left  my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
 In the company  of strangers,
 In the quiet  of the railway  station, runnin'  scared.
 Laying low,  seeking out  the poorer quarters,
 Where the ragged people go.
 Lookin' for  the places, only they would know.
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie  la lie-la-lie
 Lie la lie
 Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie
 Asking only  workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
 But I get no offers,
 Just a come-on  from the whores  on Seventh Avenue.
 I do declare  there were times  when I was so lonesome,
 I took some comfort there.
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie  la lie-la-lie
 Lie la lie
 Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie
 And I m laying  out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone,  goin home
 Where the New  York City winters  aren t bleedin  me, leadin  me goin  home.
 In the clearing  stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,
 And he carries  the reminders, of every  glove that laid  him down,
 Or cut  him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
 "I am leaving,  I am leaving."
 But the fighter still remains
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie  la lie-la-lie
 Lie la lie
 Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x
Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie
 The Boxer chords (version 2)
 Simon and Garfunkel
I  am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
 I have squandered  my resistance,
 For a pocketful  of mumbles,  such are promises.
 All lies and jest;
 Still, a man  hears what he wants  to hear and disregards the rest.
 When I left  my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
 In the company  of strangers,
 In the quiet  of the railway  station, runnin'  scared.
 Laying low,  seeking out  the poorer quarters,
 Where the ragged people go.
 Lookin' for  the places, only they would know.
Lie-da-lie
 Asking only  workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
 But I get no offers,
 Just a come-on  from the whores  on Seventh Avenue.
 I do declare  there were times  when I was so lonesome,
 I took some comfort there.
La,  la, la,  la, la,  la, la.
 And I m laying  out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone,  goin home
 Where the New  York City winters  aren t bleedin  me,  leadin me  goin home.
 In the clearing  stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,
 And he carries  the reminders, of every glove  that laid him down,
 Or cut  him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
 "I am leaving,  I am leaving."
 But the fighter still remains
 Lie-la-lie
 Lie-la-lie  la lie-la-lie
 Lie la lie
Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie 10X
Lie-la-lie  la la la la lie la la la la lie

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Readable chord sheet for The Boxer by Simon And Garfunkel

[A]

[A]I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom [F#m]told.
I have [E]squandered my resistance,
For a [E7]pocketful of [E]mumbles, such are [A]promises.
All lies and [F#m]jest;
Still, a [E]man hears what he [D]wants to hear and disregards the [A]rest[E]. [E7]    [E]      [A]

When I [A]left my home and my family I was no more than a [F#m]boy,
In the [E]company of strangers,
In the [E7]quiet of the [E]railway station, [A]runnin' scared.
Laying [F#m]low, seeking [E]out the poorer [D]quarters,
Where the ragged people [A]go.
Lookin' [E]for the places, [D]only [E]they [E7]would [A]know.

Lie-la-[F#m]lie
Lie-la-[C#m]lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la [F#m]lie
Lie-la-[E]lie la la la la lie la la la la [A]lie

Asking [A]only workman's wages I come lookin' for a [F#m]job,
But I get no [E]offers,
Just a [E7]come-on from the [E]whores on Seventh [A]Avenue.
I do de[F#m]clare there were [E]times when I was so [D]lonesome,
I took some comfort [A]there.[E]  [E7]     [E]       [A]

[A] [F#m] [E] [A] [F#m] [E] [D] [A]

Lie-la-[F#m]lie
Lie-la-[C#m]lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la [F#m]lie
Lie-la-[E]lie la la la la lie la la la la [A]lie

And I m [A]laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was [F#m]gone, goin [E]home
Where the [E7]New York City [E]winters aren t [A]bleedin me, l[C#m]eadin me  [F#m]goin hom[E]e.

In the [A]clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his [F#m]trade,
And he [E]carries the reminders, of [E7]every glove that [E]laid him down,
Or [A]cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his [F#m]shame,
"I am [E]leaving, I am [D]leaving."
But the fighter still re[A]mains[E]  [E7]     [E]       [A]

Lie-la-[F#m]lie
Lie-la-[C#m]lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la [F#m]lie
Lie-la-[E]lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x

[E]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la [A]lie

[A]     [G]
[F#m]   [Em]
[E]     [D]
[E7]    [D7]
[D]     [C]
[C#m]   [Bm]

The Boxer chords  (version 2)
Simon and Garfunkel

[C]

[C]I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom [Am]told.
I have [G]squandered my resistance,
For a [G7]pocketful of [G6]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]. [G7]    [G6]       [C]

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 [G7]quiet of the [G6]railway station, [C]runnin' scared.
Laying [Am]low, seeking [G]out the poorer [F]quarters,
Where the ragged people [C]go.
Lookin' [G]for the places, [F]only [C6]they [Dm7]would [C]know.

[Am]Lie-da-[Em]lie  [Am]      [G]         [C]

Asking [C]only workman's wages I come lookin' for a [Am]job,
But I get no [G]offers,
Just a [G7]come-on from the [G6]whores on Seventh [C]Avenue.
I do de[Am]clare there were [G]times when I was so [F]lonesome,
I took some comfort [C]there.
[G]La, la, [G7]la, la, [G6]la, la, [C]la.

And I m [C]laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was [Am]gone, goin [G]home
Where the [G7]New York City [G6]winters aren t [C]bleedin  me[Em], leadin  [Am]me goin [G]ho[G7]me.[C]

In the [C]clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his [Am]trade,
And he [G]carries the reminders, of every [G7]glove that laid him down,
Or [C]cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his [Am]shame,
"I am [G]leaving, I am [F]leaving."
But the fighter still re[C]main[G7]s   [G6]       [C]

Lie-la-[Am]lie
Lie-la-[Em]lie la lie-la-lie
Lie la [Am]lie
[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie  10X

[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la [C]lie

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