TITLE = The Boxer
CATEGORY = Rock
Artist=Simon & Garfunkle
Speed = Text1
Beats = 4
Measures = 2
NOTE = ZZZZ120
Font = 40
B                                      G#m
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
        F#
I have squandered my resistance 
      C#m             F#             B
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
              G#m           F#                E
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
               B    F#   E    E    B
And disregards the rest
        B
When I left my home and my family
                     G#m
I was no more than a boy
        F#
In the company of strangers
        C#m        F#               B
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared
       G#m           F#             E
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
                        B
Where the ragged people go
         F#             E               B
Looking for the places only they would know
     G#m          F#                    G#m
Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie,
F#                          E           B
Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.
        B                                G#m
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
             F#
But I get no offers
        C#m              F#            B
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
       G#m                F#              E
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
                    B
I took some comfort there
        B                                G#m
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        C#m              F#            B
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       G#m                F#              E
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                    B
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       G#m          F#                   G#m
Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie,
F#                          E            B
Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.
          B
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
                G#m
And wishing I was gone
       F#             C#m
Going home where the New York City winters
  F#     B      G#m
Aren't bleeding me
         F#    E      B
Leading me,    going home.
        B
In the clearing stands a boxer
                    G#m
And a fighter by his trade
        F#                     F#7
And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down
    B                                      G#m
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
      F#            E                          B
I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains
G#m          F#                   G#m
Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie,
F#                          E            B
Lie la lie la la la la, lie la la la la lie.