THE BOXER - Simon and Garfunkel
 
 
[C]I am just a poor boy though my 
story's [G/B]seldom [Am]told
I have [G]squandered my resistance 
For a [Dm]pocket full of [G]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] [F] [F] [C]
 
When I left my home and my family, 
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
 
Lie la [Am]lie, 
Lie la [Em]lie la lie la lie, 
Lie la [Am]lie,
Lie la [G]lie la la la la, lie [F]la la la la [C]lie.
 
Asking only workman's wages 
I come looking 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 lie lie lie la [F] [F] [C]
 
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and 
wishing I was [Am]gone
Going home where the New York City winters 
aren't bleeding me 
Leading [G]me,[F] going [C]home.
 
In the clearing stands a boxer 
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of ev'ry 
[G7]glove that laid him down
Or [C]cut him till he cried out 
in his anger and his [Am]shame
 
I am [G]leaving, I am [F]leaving
But the fighter still re[C]mains