Chords for Paul Simon - The Boxer (with Bob Weir) – Outside Lands 2019, San Francisco
Tempo:
82.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
F
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] A lot of my old [F] friends come up to join me.
I met him in 1967.
[F#]
I was, [Fm] I come up to the [F] Haight-Ashbury to [Gm] invite the Grateful [F] Dead to join the Monterey Pop Festival.
And I knocked on the door of their house [C]
and Bob Weir opened the door.
[F] [C#]
And we've been friends ever since.
But actually, [F]
[G] this is our [F] first duo.
[D#]
[C]
Since we got [D] a good sound on Bob's guitar.
[C]
[D] We'll just turn up the sound a little bit.
You guys want [C] to hear a little bit of Bob's voice?
[Am] [G]
[C]
Let's record.
[D] Story's seldom [Am] told, [G] this was before I found you for a [Em] new relationship.
[C]
[B] All lies and [Am] jests, still a [G] man you ought to [F] watch to hear, disregards the rest.
[G]
[Em] [C]
No [Am] more than a boy, [G] company on a sunny day, in the quiet town of the railway [C] station, much care.
[Am] There you go, [G] the city now with no [F] more markings, where the raggedy people go, [G] looking for the riches over there.
[C]
[Am] Lie, lie, lie, [Em] lie, lie, lie, lie, [Am] lie, [G] lie, lie, lie, lie, [C]
lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
I asked him over the water, he said, I told him before [Am] that job I'd make a [G] fortune,
[D] But since he's gone I've no [G] more words to say [C] to him.
What a dirty [Am] man, [G] with his old times, and his [F] old notes, with his old coffee [C] table.
[A] Lie, lie, lie, lie, [G]
[C]
lie, [Am]
[G]
[C] [G]
[F] [C]
[G] [C] [Am]
[Em] lie, lie, [Am] lie, lie, lie, lie, [G]
lie, [Em] lie, lie,
[Am] lie, [G] lie, lie,
[C] lie.
[Am]
[D] [G]
[C] [Em]
[Am] [G]
[C]
By the [Am] wise tree, [G] and he carries the light of [G] this
And every blood that laid him [C] down, on the continent, till he cried out
In his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my [F] own blood
But the fire is [C] still remaining, [G] still [F] remaining
[C]
[Am] By the wise tree, and he [Em] carries the light of this
[Am] And [G]
[Am] every [Em] blood that laid him down, [Am] [G]
[Am] on the continent, till he cried out
In [Em] his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my own blood
But [C]
[Am] [G]
[C]
[Am] [G] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
[D] [C]
[Bm] [G] [F]
[C] the
[F]
[F#]
fire is [C#] still
[N] [F] [A#]
remaining, [C#]
still remaining
[F] [F]
[Dm]
[D#]
[C#]
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[D#] [F]
I met him in 1967.
[F#]
I was, [Fm] I come up to the [F] Haight-Ashbury to [Gm] invite the Grateful [F] Dead to join the Monterey Pop Festival.
And I knocked on the door of their house [C]
and Bob Weir opened the door.
[F] [C#]
And we've been friends ever since.
But actually, [F]
[G] this is our [F] first duo.
[D#]
[C]
Since we got [D] a good sound on Bob's guitar.
[C]
[D] We'll just turn up the sound a little bit.
You guys want [C] to hear a little bit of Bob's voice?
[Am] [G]
[C]
Let's record.
[D] Story's seldom [Am] told, [G] this was before I found you for a [Em] new relationship.
[C]
[B] All lies and [Am] jests, still a [G] man you ought to [F] watch to hear, disregards the rest.
[G]
[Em] [C]
No [Am] more than a boy, [G] company on a sunny day, in the quiet town of the railway [C] station, much care.
[Am] There you go, [G] the city now with no [F] more markings, where the raggedy people go, [G] looking for the riches over there.
[C]
[Am] Lie, lie, lie, [Em] lie, lie, lie, lie, [Am] lie, [G] lie, lie, lie, lie, [C]
lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
I asked him over the water, he said, I told him before [Am] that job I'd make a [G] fortune,
[D] But since he's gone I've no [G] more words to say [C] to him.
What a dirty [Am] man, [G] with his old times, and his [F] old notes, with his old coffee [C] table.
[A] Lie, lie, lie, lie, [G]
[C]
lie, [Am]
[G]
[C] [G]
[F] [C]
[G] [C] [Am]
[Em] lie, lie, [Am] lie, lie, lie, lie, [G]
lie, [Em] lie, lie,
[Am] lie, [G] lie, lie,
[C] lie.
[Am]
[D] [G]
[C] [Em]
[Am] [G]
[C]
By the [Am] wise tree, [G] and he carries the light of [G] this
And every blood that laid him [C] down, on the continent, till he cried out
In his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my [F] own blood
But the fire is [C] still remaining, [G] still [F] remaining
[C]
[Am] By the wise tree, and he [Em] carries the light of this
[Am] And [G]
[Am] every [Em] blood that laid him down, [Am] [G]
[Am] on the continent, till he cried out
In [Em] his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my own blood
But [C]
[Am] [G]
[C]
[Am] [G] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
[D] [C]
[Bm] [G] [F]
[C] the
[F]
[F#]
fire is [C#] still
[N] [F] [A#]
remaining, [C#]
still remaining
[F] [F]
[Dm]
[D#]
[C#]
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[D#] [F]
Key:
G
C
Am
F
Em
G
C
Am
_ [D] A lot of my old [F] friends come up to join me.
I met him _ in 1967.
_ [F#] _
I was, _ [Fm] I come up to the [F] Haight-Ashbury to [Gm] invite the Grateful [F] Dead to join _ the Monterey Pop Festival.
And I knocked on the door of their house [C]
and Bob Weir opened the door.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
And we've been friends ever since.
But actually, [F] _ _
[G] this is our [F] first duo. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Since we got [D] a good sound on Bob's guitar.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] We'll just turn up the sound a little bit.
You guys want [C] to hear a little bit of Bob's voice? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Let's record.
[D] Story's seldom [Am] told, [G] this was _ before I found you for a [Em] new relationship.
[C] _ _
_ [B] All lies and [Am] jests, still a [G] man you ought to [F] watch to hear, disregards the rest.
[G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ No [Am] more than a boy, [G] company on a sunny day, in the quiet town of the railway [C] station, much care. _ _ _
[Am] There you go, [G] the city now with no [F] more markings, where the raggedy people go, [G] looking for the riches over there.
[C] _ _
_ [Am] Lie, lie, _ lie, [Em] lie, lie, lie, lie, _ [Am] _ _ lie, [G] lie, lie, lie, lie, _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
I asked him over the water, he said, I told him before [Am] that job I'd make a [G] fortune,
_ _ [D] But since he's gone I've no [G] more words to say [C] to him.
_ _ _ What a dirty [Am] man, [G] with his old times, and his [F] old notes, with his old coffee [C] table.
[A] Lie, lie, lie, lie, [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
lie, _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ lie, lie, [Am] lie, lie, lie, lie, [G] _ _ _
lie, _ [Em] lie, lie, _ _ _
[Am] _ _ lie, [G] lie, lie, _ _ _
[C] lie. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ By the [Am] wise tree, [G] and he carries the light of [G] this
And every blood that laid him [C] down, on the continent, till he cried out
In his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my [F] own blood
But the fire is [C] still remaining, [G] still [F] remaining
_ [C] _ _
_ [Am] By the wise tree, and he [Em] carries the light of this
[Am] _ _ And [G] _ _
_ [Am] every _ _ _ [Em] blood that laid him down, _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ on the continent, till he cried out
In [Em] his _ anger [Am] and his shame, _ [G] while I breathed in my own blood
But _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] the _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ fire is [C#] still _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [A#] _
remaining, [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ still remaining
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
I met him _ in 1967.
_ [F#] _
I was, _ [Fm] I come up to the [F] Haight-Ashbury to [Gm] invite the Grateful [F] Dead to join _ the Monterey Pop Festival.
And I knocked on the door of their house [C]
and Bob Weir opened the door.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
And we've been friends ever since.
But actually, [F] _ _
[G] this is our [F] first duo. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Since we got [D] a good sound on Bob's guitar.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] We'll just turn up the sound a little bit.
You guys want [C] to hear a little bit of Bob's voice? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Let's record.
[D] Story's seldom [Am] told, [G] this was _ before I found you for a [Em] new relationship.
[C] _ _
_ [B] All lies and [Am] jests, still a [G] man you ought to [F] watch to hear, disregards the rest.
[G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ No [Am] more than a boy, [G] company on a sunny day, in the quiet town of the railway [C] station, much care. _ _ _
[Am] There you go, [G] the city now with no [F] more markings, where the raggedy people go, [G] looking for the riches over there.
[C] _ _
_ [Am] Lie, lie, _ lie, [Em] lie, lie, lie, lie, _ [Am] _ _ lie, [G] lie, lie, lie, lie, _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
I asked him over the water, he said, I told him before [Am] that job I'd make a [G] fortune,
_ _ [D] But since he's gone I've no [G] more words to say [C] to him.
_ _ _ What a dirty [Am] man, [G] with his old times, and his [F] old notes, with his old coffee [C] table.
[A] Lie, lie, lie, lie, [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
lie, _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ lie, lie, [Am] lie, lie, lie, lie, [G] _ _ _
lie, _ [Em] lie, lie, _ _ _
[Am] _ _ lie, [G] lie, lie, _ _ _
[C] lie. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ By the [Am] wise tree, [G] and he carries the light of [G] this
And every blood that laid him [C] down, on the continent, till he cried out
In his anger [Am] and his shame, [G] while I breathed in my [F] own blood
But the fire is [C] still remaining, [G] still [F] remaining
_ [C] _ _
_ [Am] By the wise tree, and he [Em] carries the light of this
[Am] _ _ And [G] _ _
_ [Am] every _ _ _ [Em] blood that laid him down, _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ on the continent, till he cried out
In [Em] his _ anger [Am] and his shame, _ [G] while I breathed in my own blood
But _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] the _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ fire is [C#] still _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [A#] _
remaining, [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ still remaining
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _