The Boxer
Simon & Garfunkel
H9
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HI am just a poor boy
Though my Hstory's F#/A#seldom G#mtold
I have F#squandered my resistance
For a F#7pocket full of mumbles
Such are Hpromises
HAll F#/A#lies and G#mjest
Still a F#man hears what he Ewants to hear
And Edisregards the Hrest
Mmm mmm F#mmmm mmm mmm mmmm
F#mmm mmm mmmm Hmmmm
H
When I Hleft my home and my family
I was Hno more F#/A#than a G#mboy
In the F#company of strangers
In the F#7quiet of the railway station
HRunning scared
HF#/A#Laying G#mlow, seeking F#out the poorer Equarters
Where the Eragged people Hgo
Looking F#for the places
EOnly they would Hknow
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la D#mla la lie la lie
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la F#la la lie la lie
La la la la Hlie
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Asking Honly workman's wages
I come Hlooking F#/A#for a G#mjob
But I get no F#offers
Just a F#7come-on from the whores
on 7th HAvenue
HI F#/A#do deG#mclare
There were F#times when I was Eso lonesome
I Etook some comfort Hthere
La la F#la la la la la
F#H
H
HF#/A#G#m
F#E
EH
F#E
H
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la D#mla la lie la lie
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la F#la la lie la lie
La la la la Hlie
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Then I'm Hlaying out my winter clothes
And Hwishing F#/A#I was gone
Going F#home
Where the F#7New York City winters
Aren't Hbleeding me
D#mLeading mG#me
Going F#home
F#
F#H
H
In the Hclearing stands a boxer
And a Hfighter F#/A#by his G#mtrade
And he F#carries the reminders
Of F#7every glove that laid him down
Or Hcut him till he cried out
In his Hanger F#/A#and his G#mshame
"I am F#leaving, I am Eleaving"
But the Efighter still reHmains
Mmm mmm F#mmmm
EH
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la D#mla la lie la lie
Lie la G#mlie
Lie la F#la la lie la lie
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lie la G#mlie, lie la F#la la lie la lie://
la la la la Hlie
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