Acorde de The Boxer [Live] - Paul Simon

Verse 1:








C


I am just a poor boy





                           Am


Though my story's seldom told,





        G


I have squandered my resistance





       G7                              C


For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises.





              Am


All lies and jest,





         G                F


Still a man hears what he wants to hear





                   C     F  G  C


And disregards the rest.





Verse 2:








        C


When I left my home and my family





                      Am


I was no more than a boy





        G


In the company of strangers,





        G7                         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              F        G      C


Looking for the places only the would know.





Chorus








        Am          G


Lie la lie, lie la lie lie, lie la lie,





        Am


Lie la lie,





       F         G                   C


Lie la lie la lie la lie la la la la lie.





Verse 3:








        C


Asking only workmans wages





                      Am


I come looking for a job





               G


But I get no offers,





        G7                   G              C


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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           G       F  G   C


I took some comfort there, la la la la la.








        Am          G


Lie la lie, lie la lie lie, lie la lie,





        Am


Lie la lie,





       F         G                   C


Lie la lie la lie la lie la la la la lie.





Verse 4:








     C


Then I'm laying out my winter clothes





                   Am


And wishing I was gone,





       G


Going home





           G7                           C


Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,





Em           Am         G     C


Bleeding me ____ Going home.





Verse 5:








        C


In the clearing stands the boxer





                       Am


And a fighter by his trade





       G


And he carries the reminders





    G7


Of Every glove that layed him down





    C


Or cut him till he cried out





                       Am


In his anger and his shame,





      G             F


"I am leaving, I am leaving!"





                      C       G, F, G,  C


But the fighter still remains.





        Am          G


Lie la lie, lie la lie lie, lie la lie,





        Am


Lie la lie,





       F         G                   C


Lie la lie la lie la lie la la la la lie.