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THE BOXER Simon and Garfunkel (Paul
Simon) I
am just a poor boy though' my story's seldom told I
have squandered my resistance For
a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All
lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And
disregards the rest Ooh
la la la... C - - - / / C - > - / Am - - - / G - - - / / F - - - /
/ C - - - / - - > - / Am - - - / G - - - / F - - - /
/ C - - - / G - - - / 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 the 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 lie... Am - - - / / G - - - /
/ Am - - - / / G
- - - / F - - - / C - - - / // Asking
only workman's wages I come looking for a job But
I get no offers Just
a come on from the whores on Second Avenue I
do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I
took some comfort there La
la la la... Lie
la lie... B:
And I am laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going
home Where
the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading
me home - going home C - - - / / C - > - / Am - - - / G - - - / / F - - - /
/ C - - - / / Em - - - / / Am - - - /
/ G - - - / / C
- - - / // In
the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And
he carries the reminders Of
every glove that laid him down or cut him til he cried out In
his anger and shame, I am leaving, I am leaving, But
the fighter still remains Ooh
la la... Lie la lie... ¡¡ |