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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

1 2 F 1 2 3 Dm 3 C 1 C7 1 2 3 Bb 2 Am