From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon) 079 Title: THE BOXER (Simon) C Am I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told G I have squandered my resistance G7 G6 C For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises Am G F All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear C G G7 G6 C And disregards the rest C Am When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy G In the company of strangers G7 G6 C In the quiet of a railway station, running scared Am G F Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters C Where the ragged people go G G7 G6 C Looking for the places only they would know Am G Am G F C Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie C Am Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job G But I get no offers G7 G6 C Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue Am G F I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome C I took some comfort there G G7 G6 C Lie lie lie lie la Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home. In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries a reminder ov ev'ry glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains Lie la lie ... etc. From: RJBRANCH@argo.acs.oakland.edu Date: Mon, 11 Sep 1995 04:03 EST Subject: BOXER.CRD The Boxer by Paul Simon from the Album "Bridge Over Troubled Waters"

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^CThen I'm laying out my winter clothes ^G7And ^Cwishing I was g^Amone Going h^Gome where the ^Dm7New York ^G7City winters aren^G't ^Cbleeding me Leading me ^Am Going Ho^Gme In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his ^Amtrade And he car^Gries the reminders Of e^G7v'ry glove that l^Caid him down or cut him '^Dm7till he ^G7cried out ^C In his anger and his sha^Amme "I ^Gam Leaving, I a^Fm Leaving." But the Fight^Cer still remains

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