The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel
 

  6  6   6  -6    6   5	  5   -5     6  6   7  -7    -6
| I am just a | poor boy, though my | story's seldom | told,
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I have | squandered my re | sistance for a |
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| pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises | 
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|  All lies and | jests, still a | man hears what | he wants to hear and |
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| disregards the | rest.   mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

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When I | left my home and my | family, I was no | more than a boy |
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| in the company of | strangers in the | quiet of the | railway station, |
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| Running scared, |   laying | low,  seeking | out the poorer | quarters where the |
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| ragged people | go. Looking | for the places | only they would | know. |

Chorus:   
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Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie  Lie la lie, lie la lie la la la la
7   7  7 -7  7
la la la la lie

 6  -6  6 6   6  -6    6 5  4  -4   5   5   5  -6 -4
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job,
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But I get no offers, just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
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I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.

Instrumental here  

Solo: | 5 6 | 4 -4 5 | -4 6 | 6 -5 | 5 6 7 6 | 5 6 -6 5 | 6 -5 | 

Chorus:
7  -7  7    7  -7  7  -7  -7 -6  6     7  -7  7    -8  8  -9  8 -8 7  -8
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie  Lie la lie, lie la lie la la la la
7   7  7 -7  7
la la la la lie

  5  -5   6  6   6   6  6 -6     5     -5  6  7   7  -7  -6   -6 -5   6
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home.
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Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, leading me, going home.
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In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
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And he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid him down
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And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame,
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"I am leaving, I am leaving.", but the fighter still remains.

Chorus: SEVEN TIMES
7  -7  7    7  -7  7  -7  -7 -6  6     7  -7  7    -8  8  -9  8 -8 7  -8
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie  Lie la lie, lie la lie la la la la
7   7  7 -7  7
la la la la lie

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From July 8, 2006