Paul Simon - The Boxer

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I am just a poor boy.

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Though my story's seldom told,

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I have squandered my resistance

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For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises

             |Am
 All lies and jest

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Still a man hears what he wants to hear

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And disregards the rest.


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When I left my home

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And my family,

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I was no more than a boy

      |G         |
In the company of strangers

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In the quiet of the railway station,

C              |  |
Running scared,

       |Am
 Laying low,

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Seeking out the poorer quarters

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Where the ragged people go

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Looking for the places

F    Em   Dm   |C   |
Only they would know


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Lie-la-lie, 

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Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, 

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Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.


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Asking only workman's wages

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I come looking for a job,

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But I get no offers,

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Just a come-on from the whores

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On Seventh Avenue

       |Am
 I do declare,

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There were times when I was so lonesome

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I took some comfort there.

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Ooo-la-la la-la la-la


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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

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And wishing I was gone,

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Going home

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 Where the New York City winters

G     |C           |  |
Aren't bleeding me,

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 Leading me - e,

      |G    |  |C |
 Going home.


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In the clearing stands a boxer,

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And a fighter by his trade

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And he carries the reminders

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Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

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Or cut him till he cried out

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In his anger and his shame,
 
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"I am leaving, I am leaving."

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But the fighter still remains


       |Am
 Lie-la-lie, 

      |G            |          |Am  |
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie lie-la-lie, 

      |F               |G              |C   |  |  | 
Lie-la-lie la la la la, Lie la la la la lie.


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