The Boxer
Paul Simon
Ton : C
IC am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom tolAmd
I have sqGuandered my resistance
For a poG7cket full of mumbles such are prComises.
All lies and jeAmst
Still a maGn hears what he wFants to hear
And disregards the rCest. F G C
When I leCft my home and my family
I was no more than a boAmy
In the coGmpany of strangers
In the quG7iet of a railway station ruCnning scared.
Laying loAmw seeking ouGt the poorer quFarters
Where the ragged people gCo
Looking foGr the places onFly the woGuld knoCw.
Lie la liAme lie la liGe lie lie la lie
Lie la liAme
Lie la lFie la lie Gla lie la la la la lCie.
Asking onCly workmans wages
I come looking for a joAmb
But I get no offGers
Just a coG7me-on from the whoresG on Seventh AveCnue.
I do declaAmre there were tiGmes when I was sFo lonesome
I took some comfort thCere la la lGa la la.F G C
Lie la liAme lie la liGe lie lie la lie
Lie la liAme
Lie la lFie la lie Gla lie la la la la lCie.
Then IC'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was goAmne
Going hoGme
Where the NeG7w York City winters aren't blCeeding me
BEmleeding me __Am__ Going hoGme. C
In the clCearing stands the boxer
And a fighter by his traAmde
And he cGarries the reminders
Of EvG7ery glove that layed him down
Or cuCt him till he cried out
In his anger and his shaAmme
"I am lGeaving I am lFeaving!"
But the fighter still rCemains.G F G C
Lie la liAme lie la liGe lie lie la lie
Lie la liAme
Lie la lFie la lie Gla lie la la la la lCie.