Standard (EADGBE)

I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.

I have squandered my resistance,

For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.

All lies and jest;

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,

In the company of strangers,

In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

Where the ragged people go.

Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Lie la lie

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,

But I get no offers,

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.

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Lie la lie

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

And I m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin home

Where the New York City winters aren t bleedin me, leadin me goin home.

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,

And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down,

Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,

"I am leaving, I am leaving."

But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Lie la lie

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10x

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

The Boxer chords (version 2)

Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.

I have squandered my resistance,

For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.

All lies and jest;

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,

In the company of strangers,

In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

Where the ragged people go.

Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

Lie-da-lie

Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,

But I get no offers,

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.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la.

And I m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin home

Where the New York City winters aren t bleedin me, leadin me goin home.

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,

And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down,

Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,

"I am leaving, I am leaving."

But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

Lie la lie

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie 10X

Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie