Tuning: E A D G B E

The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel Hey folks, here's the fixed version! This song sounds best using the Em7 with using just your birdie finger, usually just "walking" the base note from the C down to the Am. Em7 x2xx0x G 32000x Anyways, you've got a couple of picking options with this song; I use the classic pinch Travis picking pattern pretty much all the way through for this one. This adds a little more sound when using a single guitar. If you're on a C chord this is what the pattern looks like: e|-------------------| B|--o----------o-----| G|--------o----------| D|-----o---------o---| A|--o-------o--------| E|-------------------| (Pinch, in-side out-side in) Or you can use the alternating outside/inside pattern at the end of the intro: [Intro] e|-3-0---0-----0---|---0-------------|-----------------|------------------|| B|-----3---3-----3-|-----3---1-----1-|---1-------1-----|---1-------1------|| G|-----------3-----|-0-----0---3-0---|-------0-------0-|-------0-------0--|| D|-----------------|-----------------|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2----|| A|-----------------|-----------------|-3---------------|-3----------------|| E|-----------------|-----------------|---------3-------|---------3--------|| Repeat Outside/inside [Verse 1]

^CI am just a poor boy Though my story's ^Em7seldom ^Amtold, I have ^Gsquandered my resistance For a ^G7pocket full of mumbles, such are ^Cpromises All ^Em7lies and ^Amjests Still a ^Gman hears what he ^Fwants to hear And disregards the ^Crest ^G ^G7 ^C

[Verse 2]

When I ^Cleft my home and my family, I was no more ^Em7than a ^Amboy In the ^Gcompany of strangers In the ^G7quiet of the railway station, ^CRunning scared, ^Em7Laying ^Amlow, seeking ^Gout the poorer ^Fquarters Where the ragged people ^Cgo Looking ^Gfor the places ^G7Only ^Gthey would ^Cknow

[Hook]

^CLie ^Em7la ^Amlie, lie la ^Em7la la la lie lie Lie la ^Amlie, la la ^FLie la la la ^GLie la la la lah ^Clie

[Verse 3]

Asking ^Conly workman's wages I come looking f^Em7or a ^Amjob, But I get no ^Goffers, Just a ^G7come-on from the whores On Seventh ^CAvenue I ^Em7do de^Amclare, There were ^Gtimes when I was ^Fso lonesome I took some comfort ^Cthere, le le le le le le le^G ^G7 ^C

[Chorus]

^CLie ^Em7la ^Amlie, lie la ^Em7la la la lie lie Lie la ^Amlie, la la ^FLie la la la ^GLie la la la lah ^Clie

[Verse 4]

Then I'm ^Claying out my winter clothes And wishing ^Em7I was ^Amgone, Going ^Ghome Where the ^G7New York City winters Aren't ^Cbleeding me, ^Em7Leading ^Amme, Going ^Ghome

[Verse 5]

In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer, And a fighter ^Em7by his ^Amtrade And he ^Gcarries the reminders Of ^G7ev'ry glove that laid him down Or ^Ccut him till he cried out In his anger ^Em7and his ^Amshame, "I am ^Gleaving, I am ^Fleaving" But the fighter still ^Cremains, mmm mmm ^G ^G7 ^C

[Outro]

^CLie ^Em7la ^Amlie, lie la ^Em7la la la lie lie Lie la ^Amlie, la la ^FLie la la la ^GLie la la la lah ^AmLie, lie la ^Em7la la la lie lie Lie la ^Amlie, la la ^FLie la la la ^GLie la la la lah ^AmLie, lie la ^Em7la la la lie lie Lie la ^Amlie, la la ^FLie la la la ^GLie la la la lah ^Clie