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