The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel (Paul Simon)
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1. I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such as promises.
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All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest, na na na na na na na na na na na na.
2. When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they would know.
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3. Asking only workman's wages I came looking for a job, but I got no offer, just a 'come on' from the whores on seventh avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome, I took some comfort there. Na na na na na na na na na na na.
Refr.
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4. 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
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leading me, going home.
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In the clearing stands a Boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down and cut him
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til he cried out in his anger and his shame. I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains na na na na na na na na na na na na.
Refr. (3 ggr med Bm i slutet på raden)