Chords for The Boxer

Tell the folks here what you're about to sing for us.
I'm going to sing the easiest [C#] song that I can sing.
No, no, see [E] that's the wrong way to set it up.
Oh, I should have known.
This is going to be a touching, [F#m] moving moment in American [N] television.
Yeah.
That's going to be in my_
the touching part will come in the performance.
I'm going to sing an old song.
I'm going to sing the box.
Okay, good enough.
Paul Simon.
Okay.
_ _ Thanks, Neil. _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I am just a poor boy, though my [Bm] story is [Am] seldom told. _ _ _ _
[G] I squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, [C] such are promises.
_ _ [G] All [Am] lies and jest, [G] still the man [F] hears what he wants to hear and [C] disregards the [G] rest.
Mm-hmm.
_ _ _ Mm [C]-hmm.
_ _ _ When I left my home and my family, I was no [Bm] more [Am] than a boy [G] in the company of strangers.
In the quiet of the railway [C] station, running scared.
_ _ [G] [A] Laying [Am] low, [Gm] seeking out the poorer [F] quarters where the ragged [C] people go.
[G] Looking for the [C] places only they would know.
_ [Gm] [Am] La la la, _ [Em] la la la la la la la, [Am] la la la, _ [G] la la la la la la la la la la la la [C] la.
_ _ _ [D] _ [C] Asking only workman's wages.
I come [G] looking [Am] for a job, but I [G] get no offers.
Just a come on from the horizon, [C] 7th Avenue.
_ _ [G] I [Am] do declare, [G] there were times when [F] I was so lonesome, I took some [G] comfort there.
La la la, la la la la la la.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now the years are rolling by me, [G] they are rocking [Am] evenly and [G] I am older than I once was.
Younger than I'll be, [F] but that's [C] not unusual. _ _
[G] No, it [Am] isn't strange, [G] after changes [F] upon changes we are [C] more or less the same.
[G] After changes [F] we are more or less [C] the same.
_ [Am] La la la, _ [Em] la la la la la [Am] la la la la, la la la la [G] la la la la [Am] la la la.
[Em] _
_ _ Lalalalalala [Am] lalala _ _ lalala
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
Then _ _ I'm laying out my winter clothes
[B] Wishing [A] I was gone, [G] going home
Where the New York City [C] winters are bleeding me _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ leading me [G] going home
_ in [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by [Em] his trade
[G] and he carries the reminders of every [C] blow that laid him down
I'll cunt him until he cried out in his [G] anger and [Am] his shame
[Gm] I am leaving, I [F] am leaving, but the fighter [C] still remains
[G] _ _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ La [Am] la la, _ [Em] la la la la la la la
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