Simon & Garfunkel - Boxer

^CI am just a poor boy though my story's seldom ^Amtold I have ^Gsquandered my resistance For a ^G7pocket full of ^G6mumbles, such are ^Cpromises All lies and ^Amjest, still a ^Gman hears what he ^Fwants to hear And disregards the ^Crest ^G, ^G7, ^G6, ^C

When I ^Cleft my home and my family, I was no more than a ^Amboy In the ^Gcompany of strangers In the ^G7quiet of a ^G6railway station, ^Crunning scared Laying ^Amlow, seeking ^Gout the poorer ^Fquarters Where the ragged people ^Cgo Looking ^Gfor the places ^G7only ^Fthey would ^Cknow

Lie la ^Amlie, Lie la ^Emlie la lie la lie, Lie la ^Amlie, ^GLie la lie la la la la, lie ^Fla la la la ^Clie.

Asking ^Conly workman's wages I come looking for a ^Amjob But I get no ^Goffers Just a ^G7come-on from the ^G6whores on Seventh ^CAvenue I do de^Amclare, there were ^Gtimes when I was ^Fso lonesome I took some comfort ^Cthere

^GLie lie lie lie la ^F, ^F, ^C Then I'm ^Claying out my winter clothes and wishing I was ^Amgone Going^Ghome where the^G7New York City winters^G6aren't ^Cbleeding me ^Em Leading ^Amme, to going ^Ghome ^{G7 C}

In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his ^Amtrade And he ^Gcarries a reminder of ev'ry ^G7glove that laid him down Or ^Ccut him till he cried out in his anger and his ^Amshame I am ^Gleaving, I am ^Fleaving But the fighter still re^Cmains mmm^Gmm mmmm ^{G7 C}