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Paul Simon - The Boxer Paul Simon - The Boxer |
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CI am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom Amitold,
I have Gsquandered my resistance
for a pocketful of Cnumbles, such are promises.
All lies and Amijest,
still a Gman hears what he Fwants to hear.
And disregards the Crest.G, C
CWhen I left my home and my family,
I was no more than a Amiboy
in the Gcompany of strangers
in the Dmi7quiet of a Crailway station running scared,
Laying Amilow seeking Cout the
poorer Fquarters where the ragged people go,
Looking Gfor the places
Fonly Emithey Dmiwould Cknow.
Lie la Amilie, Lie la Glie la lie
la lie lie la Amilie GLie la lie
la la la la Lie Fla la la Gla Clie.
CAsking only workman's wages I come looking for a Amijob,
but I get no ofGfers,
Just a Dmicomeon from the Cwhores on Seventh Avenue.
I do decAmilare, there were timesDmi7
when GI was Fso lone some I
took some comfort Cthere.
Ooo la la Gla la la la.C
Then I'm Claying out my winter clothes
G7and Cwishing I was Amigone, going Ghome
Where the DmiNew York G7City
winters areGn't Cbleeding me,
Leading Emime,Amigoing Ghome.C
In the Cclearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his Ami7trade
And he Gcarries the reminders
of G7ev'ry glove that Claid him down
Or cut him Dmi7till
G7he cried Cout in his anger and his sh?Ami
"I am Gleaving. I Fam leaving."
But the fighter still Cremains.G, C, G, F, C
Lie la lie...
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