The Boxer (chromatic)
by Simon & Garfunkel · tab for chromatic harmonica
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I am just a poor boy,
though my stor-y's sel-dom told.
I have squan-dered my re-sis-tance,
For a poc-ket-ful of mum-bles,
such are prom-is-es.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
and dis-re-gards the rest.
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,
When I left my home and my fam-i-ly
I was no more than a boy,
In the com-pan-y of strang-ers,
In the qui-et of the rail-way sta-tion,
Run-nin' scared. Lay-ing low,
seek-ing out the poor-er quar-ters,
Where the rag-ged peo-ple go.
Look-in' for the plac-es,
on-ly they would know.
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la lie la lie
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la la la la
la la la la lie
Ask-ing on-ly work-man's wag-es
I come look-in' for a job,
But I get no of-fers,
Just a come-on from the whores
on Sev-enth Ave-n-ue.
I do de-clare there were times
when I was so lone-some,
I took some com-fort there.
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la lie la lie
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la la la la
la la la la lie
And I'm lay-ing out my win-ter clothes,
and wish-ing I was gone, go-in' home
Where the New York Ci-ty win-ters
Are-n't bleed-in' me, lead-in' me go-in' home.
In the clear-ing stands a box-er
and a fight-er by his trade,
And he car-ries the re-mind-ers
of ev-'ry glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out
in his an-ger and his shame,
"I am leav-ing, I am leav-ing."
But the fight-er still re-mains.
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la lie la lie
Lie-la-lie, Lie-la-lie la la la la
la la la la lie