The Boxer Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

A

AI am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom F♯mtold.

 I have Esquandered my resistance,

 For a E7pocketful of Emumbles, such are Apromises.

 All lies and F♯mjest;

 Still, a Eman hears what he Dwants to hear and disregards the ArestE. E7 E A

 When I Aleft my home and my family I was no more than a F♯mboy,

 In the Ecompany of strangers,

 In the E7quiet of the Erailway station, Arunnin' scared.

 Laying F♯mlow, seeking Eout the poorer Dquarters,

 Where the ragged people Ago.

 Lookin' Efor the places, Donly Ethey E7would Aknow.

 Lie-la-F♯mlie

 Lie-la-C♯mlie la lie-la-lie

 Lie la F♯mlie

 Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la Alie

 Asking Aonly workman's wages I come lookin' for a F♯mjob,

 But I get no Eoffers,

 Just a E7come-on from the Ewhores on Seventh AAvenue.

 I do deF♯mclare there were Etimes when I was so Dlonesome,

 I took some comfort Athere.E E7 E A

A F♯m E A F♯m E D A

 Lie-la-F♯mlie

 Lie-la-C♯mlie la lie-la-lie

 Lie la F♯mlie

 Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la Alie

 And I m Alaying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was F♯mgone, goin Ehome

 Where the E7New York City Ewinters aren t Ableedin me, lC♯meadin me F♯mgoin homEe.

 In the Aclearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his F♯mtrade,

 And he Ecarries the reminders, of E7every glove that Elaid him down,

 Or Acut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his F♯mshame,

 "I am Eleaving, I am Dleaving."

 But the fighter still reAmainsE E7 E A

 Lie-la-F♯mlie

 Lie-la-C♯mlie la lie-la-lie

 Lie la F♯mlie

 Lie-la-Elie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x

ELie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la Alie

A G

F♯m Em

E D

E7 D7

D C

C♯m Bm

The Boxer chords (version 2)

Simon and Garfunkel

C

CI am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom Amtold.

 I have Gsquandered my resistance,

 For a G7pocketful of G6mumbles, such are Cpromises.

 All lies and Amjest;

 Still, a Gman hears what he Fwants to hear and disregards the CrestG. G7 G6 C

 When I Cleft my home and my family I was no more than a Amboy,

 In the Gcompany of strangers,

 In the G7quiet of the G6railway station, Crunnin' scared.

 Laying Amlow, seeking Gout the poorer Fquarters,

 Where the ragged people Cgo.

 Lookin' Gfor the places, Fonly C6they Dm7would Cknow.

AmLie-da-Emlie Am G C

 Asking Conly workman's wages I come lookin' for a Amjob,

 But I get no Goffers,

 Just a G7come-on from the G6whores on Seventh CAvenue.

 I do deAmclare there were Gtimes when I was so Flonesome,

 I took some comfort Cthere.

GLa, la, G7la, la, G6la, la, Cla.

 And I m Claying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was Amgone, goin Ghome

 Where the G7New York City G6winters aren t Cbleedin meEm, leadin Amme goin GhoG7me.C

 In the Cclearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his Amtrade,

 And he Gcarries the reminders, of every G7glove that laid him down,

 Or Ccut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his Amshame,

 "I am Gleaving, I am Fleaving."

 But the fighter still reCmainG7s G6 C

 Lie-la-Amlie

 Lie-la-Emlie la lie-la-lie

 Lie la Amlie

GLie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10X

GLie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la Clie