The Boxer (Maggie) [F]
Simon and Garfunkel
[F] I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom [Dm] told
I have [C] squandered my resistance
For a [C7] pocket full of mumbles such are [F] promises
All lies and [Dm] jests still a [C] man hears what he [Bb] wants to hear
And disregards the [F] rest
Hmm [C7] mmm, mm [C7] mm, mm [F] mmm
When I [F] left my home and my family I was no more than a [Dm] boy
In the [C] company of strangers
In the [C7] quiet of the railway station [F] running scared
Laying [Dm] low seeking [C] out the poorer [Bb] quarters
Where the ragged people [F] go
Looking [C7] for the places [Bb] only they would [F] know
Lie la [Dm] lie, Lie la [Am] lie lie lie lie lie, Lie la
[Dm] lie, Lie la [C7] lie lie lie lie lie, lie la lie lie [F] lie
[F] Asking only workman's wages I (melody goes down) come looking for a [Dm] job
But I get no [C] offers,
Just a [C7] come-on from the whores on Seventh [F] Avenue
I do de- [Dm] clare there were [C] times when I was [Bb] so lonesome
I took some comfort [F] there
Lie la [C7] lie la, lie la lie la, lie la [F] lie
[F] Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was [Dm] gone
Going [C] home
Where the [C7] New York City winters aren't [F] bleeding me
Leading [Am] me-[Dm] ee, going [C] home
In the [F] clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his [Dm] trade
And he [C] carries the reminders
Of [C7] ev'ry glove that laid him down or [F*] [CUT] him till he [F] cried out
In his anger and his [Dm] shame I am [C] leaving I am [Bb] leaving
But the fighter still re[F]mains
Hmm [C7] mmm, mm [C7] mm, mm [F] mmm
Lie la [Dm] lie, Lie la [Am] lie lie lie lie lie, Lie la
[Dm] lie, Lie la [C7] lie lie lie lie lie, lie la lie lie [F] lie
The Boxer (Maggie) [F]Simon and Garfunkel
F I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom Dm told I have C squandered my resistance For a C7 pocket full of mumbles such are F promises All lies and Dm jests still a C man hears what he Bb wants to hear And disregards the F rest Hmm C7 mmm, mm C7 mm, mm F mmm
When I F left my home and my family I was no more than a Dm boy In the C company of strangers In the C7 quiet of the railway station F running scared Laying Dm low seeking C out the poorer Bb quarters Where the ragged people F go Looking C7 for the places Bb only they would F know
Lie la Dm lie, Lie la Am lie lie lie lie lie, Lie la Dm lie, Lie la C7 lie lie lie lie lie, lie la lie lie F lie
F Asking only workman's wages I melody goes down come looking for a Dm job But I get no C offers, Just a C7 come-on from the whores on Seventh F Avenue I do de- Dm clare there were C times when I was Bb so lonesome I took some comfort F there Lie la C7 lie la, lie la lie la, lie la F lie
F Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was Dm gone Going C home Where the C7 New York City winters aren't F bleeding me Leading Am me-Dm ee, going C home
In the F clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his Dm trade And he C carries the reminders Of C7 ev'ry glove that laid him down or F*CUT him till he F cried out In his anger and his Dm shame I am C leaving I am Bb leaving But the fighter still reFmains Hmm C7 mmm, mm C7 mm, mm F mmm
Lie la Dm lie, Lie la Am lie lie lie lie lie, Lie la Dm lie, Lie la C7 lie lie lie lie lie, lie la lie lie F lie