Paul Simon - The boxer

^CI am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom to^Amld,

I have s^Gquandered my resistance For a p^G7ocket full of mumbles such are p^Cromises.

All lies and j^Amest, Still a m^Gan hears what he ^Fwants to hear

And disregards the ^Crest. ^{F G C} Verse 2:

When I l^Ceft my home and my family I was no more than a b^Amoy

In the c^Gompany of strangers, In the q^G7uiet of a railway station r^Cunning scared.

Laying l^Amow, seeking o^Gut the poorer q^Fuarters Where the ragged people ^Cgo

Looking f^Gor the places o^Fnly the w^Gould kn^Cow. Chorus

Lie la l^Amie, lie la l^Gie lie, lie la lie, Lie la l^Amie,

Lie la ^Flie la lie^G la lie la la la la ^Clie. Verse 3:

Asking o^Cnly workmans wages I come looking for a j^Amob

But I get no of^Gfers, Just a c^G7ome-on from the whore^Gs on Seventh Av^Cenue.

I do decl^Amare, there were t^Gimes when I was ^Fso lonesome I took some comfort t^Chere, la la ^Gla la la^F. ^{G C}

Lie la l^Amie, lie la l^Gie lie, lie la lie, Lie la l^Amie,

Lie la ^Flie la lie^G la lie la la la la ^Clie. Verse 4:

Then ^CI'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was g^Amone,

Going h^Gome Where the N^G7ew York City winters aren't b^Cleeding me,

^EmBleeding me _^Am___ Going h^Gome. ^C Verse 5:

In the c^Clearing stands the boxer And a fighter by his tr^Amade

And he ^Gcarries the reminders Of E^G7very glove that layed him down

Or c^Cut him till he cried out In his anger and his sh^Amame,

"I am ^Gleaving, I am ^Fleaving!" C G, F, G, C But the fighter still remains.

Lie la l^Amie, lie la l^Gie lie, lie la lie, Lie la l^Amie,

Lie la ^Flie la lie^G la lie la la la la ^Clie.