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The Boxer
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Music: Paul Simon Key: C Measure: 4/4 binary Genre: Folk Style: Standard |
| Chords: 20-bar horn solo, same chords as verse 2 Recorded in B, but played in C. intro repeat many times, then go to C for two measures and end with an
instrumental version of the last verse. short guitar solo |
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C(9) C(9) C C | | | |
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intro | | | |
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C C C - GB Am | | | |
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I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told | | | |
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G G G7 G7 C C | | | |
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I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises | | | |
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C - GB Am G F F C | | | |
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All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest | | | |
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G G G C C C C | | | |
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Mm-mm mmmm mm-mm mmmmmm, mmm mm mm mmmmm | | | |
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C C C - GB Am | | | |
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When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy | | | |
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G G G7 G7 C C | | | |
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In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared | | | |
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C - GB Am G F F C | | | |
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Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go | | | |
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G F C C | | | |
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Looking for the places only they would know | | | |
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Am Am Em Em Am Am | | | |
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Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie | | | |
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G G C C C C | | | |
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Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la lie | | | |
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C C C - GB Am | | | |
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Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job | | | |
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G G G7 G7 C C | | | |
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But I get no offers, just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue | | | |
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C - GB Am G F F C | | | |
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I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there | | | |
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G G G C C | | | |
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La la, la la la la la | | | |
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20-bar horn solo, same chords as verse 2 | | | |
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Am Am Em Em Am Am | | | |
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Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie | | | |
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G G C C C C | | | |
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Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la lie | | | |
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C C C - GB Am G G | | | |
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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home | | | |
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G G C C | | | |
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Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me | | | |
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Em Em Am Am G G7 G7 C C C C | | | |
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Leading meeeeee, going home short guitar solo | | | |
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C C C - GB Am | | | |
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In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade | | | |
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G G G7 G7 C C | | | |
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And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out | | | |
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C - GB Am G F F C | | | |
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In his anger and his shame, "I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains" | | | |
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G F C C | | | |
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Mm-mm mmmmm | | | |
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Lie la | | | |
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Am Am Em Em Am Am | | | |
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lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie | | | |
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G G | | | |
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Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la | | | |
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repeat many times, then go to C for two measures and end with an | | | |
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instrumental version of the last verse. | | | |
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