Boxerv7

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Paul Simon - The Boxer

[[C]]I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [[Am]]told

I have [[G]]squandered my resistance

For a [[G7]]pocket full of [[G6]]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]] [[G7]] [[G6]] [[C]]

When I [[C]]left my home and my family, I was no more than a [[Am]]boy

In the [[G]]company of strangers

In the [[G7]]quiet of a [[G6]]railway station, [[C]]running scared

Laying [[Am]]low, seeking [[G]]out the poorer [[F]]quarters

Where the ragged people [[C]]go

Looking [[G]]for the places [[G7]]only [[F]]they would [[C]]know

[Chorus]

Lie la [[Am]]lie, Lie la [[Em]]lie la lie la lie, Lie la [[Am]]lie,

[[G]]Lie la lie la la la la, lie [[F]]la la la la [[C]]lie.

Asking [[C]]only workman's wages I come looking for a [[Am]]job

But I get no [[G]]offers

Just a [[G7]]come-on from the [[G6]]whores on Seventh [[C]]Avenue

I do de[[Am]]clare, there were [[G]]times when I was [[F]]so lonesome

I took some comfort [[C]]there

[[G]]Lie lie lie lie la [[F]] [[F]] [[C]]

Then I'm [[C]]laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was [[Am]]gone

Going[[G]]home where the[[G7]]New York City winters[[G6]]aren't [[C]]bleeding me [[Em]]

Leading [[Am]]me, to going [[G]]home [[G7]] [[C]]

In the [[C]]clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [[Am]]trade

And he [[G]]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 mmm[[G]]mm mmmm [[G7]] [[C]]

[Chorus]