The boxer  Simon & Garfunkel

##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ####                [C]I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [Am]told


                I have [G]squandered my resistance


                For a [G7]pocket full 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


                [C]When I 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 a [G6]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 [G7]only [G6]they would [C]know


                [Am]Lie[G] l[Am]a l[G]ie[F] L[C]ie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie


                [C]Asking only workman's wages I come looking 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 [F]so lonesome


                I took some comfort [C]there


                [G]Lie lie lie lie la


                Then 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


                Lie la lie ... etc.


From: RJBRANCH@argo.acs.oakland.edu


Date: Mon, 11 Sep 1995 04:03 EST


Subject: BOXER.CRD


The Boxer


by Paul Simon         from the Album "Bridge Over Troubled Waters"


[C]I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom to[Am]ld


I have squa[G]ndered my resistance


For a pocketful of mum[C]bles such are promises


All lies and [Am]jest still a m[G]an hears what he wa[F]nts to hear


And disregards the r[C]est


When I left my home and family I was no more than a b[Am]oy


In the co[G]mpany of strangers


In the q[Dm7]uiet of a r[C]ailway station running scared


Laying [Am]low seeking o[G]ut the poorer qua[F]rters where the ragged people go


Looking f[G]or the places o[F]nly t[Em]hey w[Dm]ould k[C]now


Lie-la-l[Am]ie


        [G]                                                                              

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie




Lie la l[Am]ie


[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la l[F]ie la la la [G]la l[C]ie


Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a j[Am]ob


But I get no off[G]ers


Just a co[Dm7]me-on from the wh[C]ores on seventh avenue


I do dec[Am]lare there were tim[Dm7]es when [G]I was [F]so lonesome I took some comfort th[C]ere


Ooo-la-l[G]a la la la la


Lie-la-l[Am]ie


        [G]                                                                             

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie




Lie la l[Am]ie


[G]Lie-la-lie la la la la l[F]ie la la la [G]la l[C]ie


[C]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes


[G7]And [C]wishing I was g[Am]one


Going h[G]ome where the [Dm7]New York [G7]City winters aren[G]'t [C]bleeding me


Leading me


Going Ho[G]me


In the [C]clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [Am]trade


And he car[G]ries the reminders


Of e[G7]v'ry glove that l[C]aid him down or cut him '[Dm7]till he [G7]cried out


In his anger and his sha[Am]me


"I am Le[G]aving, I am Lea[F]ving."  But the Fighter still r[C]emains


[G]  [C]   [G]       [F]       [C]  Lie-la-l[Am]ie


        [G]                                                                             

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie




Lie la l[Am]ie


L[G]ie-la-lie la la la la lie[F] la la la la l[Am]ie


Repeat & Fade