The Boxer Simon and Garfunkal                                 # 012 - 5

 

 

C                                                                         Am

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

           G

I have squandered my resistance

                                                           C

For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

                   Am          G                             F

All lies and jest still a man hears what he wants to hear

                                C      G    C

And disregards the rest

 

C                                                                                   Am

When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy

           G

In the company of strangers

                                                  C

In the quiet of a railway station running scared

            Am              G                      F                                                       C

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

              G                    F                        C

Looking for the places only they would know

 

          Am                 G

Lie-la-lie         Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

        Am                   F                 G                 C

Lie la lie         Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

 

                                                                                 Am

Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job

                    G

But I get no offers

                                                                       C

Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue

            Am                     G                          F                                

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome

                                 C

I took some comfort there

      

        G                               C                                                            

Ooo-la-la la la la la

 

 

 

                                                                                                # 012 - 5

 

 

          Am                 G

Lie-la-lie         Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

        Am                   F                 G                 C

Lie la lie         Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

 

 

C

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

                               Am

And wishing I was gone

           G                                                                      C

Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

              Am

Leading me

            G          

Going Home

 

 

C                                                                             Am

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

             G

And he carries the reminders

                                                          C                       

Of ev'ry glove that laid him down or cut him 'till he cried out

                                  Am

In his anger and his shame

           G                   F                                               C

"I am Leaving, I am Leaving."  But the Fighter still remains

 

 

G C 

 

          Am                 G

Lie-la-lie         Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

        Am                   F                 G                 C

Lie la lie         Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie