The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

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The Boxer – Simon & Garfunkel

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[Verse 1]
           
I am just a po

/            
or boy though 

   
my story’s sel

dom told
        
I have squande

red my resista

nce
            
For a pocket f

             
ull of mumbles

            
, such are pro

mises
              
All lies and j

            
ests, still a 

             
man hears what

    
 he wants to h

ear
             
And disregards

             
 the rest hmhm

   
hmhmhm

[Verse 2]
             
When I left my

              
 home and my f

             
amily, I was n

           
o more than a 


boy
       
In the company

 of strangers
            
In the quiet o

             
f a railway st

       
ation, running

 scared
            
Laying low, se

             
eking out the 

       
poorer quarter

s
           
Where the ragg

ed people go
            
Looking for th

             
e places only 

           
they would kno

w

[Hook]
            
Lie la lie, li

             
e la la la la 

              
la lie, lie la

  
 lie
             
Lie la lie la 

             
la la la, lie 

             
la la la la li

e.

[Verse 3]
             
Asking only wo

          
rkman’s wages 

       
I come looking

 for a job

But I get no o

ffers
            
Just a come-on

             
 from the whor

              
es on Seventh’

 
 Avenue
            
I do declare, 

             
there were tim

              
es when I was 


so lonesome

I took some co

mfort there

[Interlude]
     
La la la la la

 

[Hook]
            
Lie la lie, li

             
e la la la la 

              
la lie, lie la

 
 lie
             
Lie la lie la 

             
la la la, lie 

             
la la la la li

e.

[Verse 4]
             
Then I’m layin

              
g out my winte

              
r clothes and 

          
wishing I was 


gone
             
Going home….. 

          
where the New 

York City wint

ers aren’t
            
bleeding me


          
Leading me, go

    
ing home
             
In the clearin

              
g stands the b

           
oxer and a fig

           
hter by his tr

ade
             
And he carries

              
 a reminder of

 
 ev’ry glove t

hat laid him d

own
             
Or cut him til

              
l he cried out

        
 in his anger 

and his shame
             
I am leaving, 


I am leaving

But the fighte

r still remain

s

Lie la lie lie

 la and so on 

……..again if y

ou want