The Boxer [C]Simon and Garfunkel

Verse 1
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 mumbles such are C promises
All lies and Am jests still a G man hears what he F wants to hear
And disregards the C rest
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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 the 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 F only Em they Dm would C know

Verse 2
C Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a Am job
But I get no G offers,
Just a G7 come-on from the whores on Seventh C Avenue
I do deAm-clare there were G times when I was F so lonesome
I took some comfort C there la-la G la la la la C

Refrain

Verse 3
C Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Am gone
Going G home, where the New York City winters aren't C bleeding me
Em Bleeding me Am going G home C

In the C clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Am trade
And he G carries the reminders
Of G7 ev'ry 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 reCmains
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