[ The Boxer von Simon _und_ Garfunkel ]




C                                                a 
I am just a poor boy, through my story's seldom told
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I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles such are promises. 
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All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear, 
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and disregards the rest. 


When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy 
in the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station running scared, 
laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go, 

         G             F      G          C
looking for the places only they would know.
      a         G                  a        d           G           C 
Lielalie, lielalielalielalie lielalie lielalie lalalalalie lalalalalie 


Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers, 
just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue. 
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.
        G               C a G 
Ooolala la la la la la          Lielalie,... 

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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home 
           d             G                C           e       a         G
where the New York City winter's aren't bleeding me, leading me, going home. 
         C                                            a
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade 
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and he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid him down or 
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cut him till he cried it out his anger and his shame, 
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"I am leaving, I am leaving!", but the fighter still remains.

Lielalie,...