Chords for The Boxer-Simon and Garfunkel (cover)
Tempo:
97.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
G#m
E
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
I am just a poor boy, though my story seldom [G#m] told
I have [F#] squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbers and short promises
Home lies [G#m] unjust, still [F#] the man he is
Only wants [E] to hear him, he's stricken with [B] the risk
He needs you
He needs [B] you
When I left my home I found a little man, no more [G#m] than a boy
In [F#] the company of strangers
In a quiet house, the railway's [B] special, one in square
[G#m] Laying low, [F#] sticking up a poor [E] quarter
The way the landed people [B] go
Looking [F#] for the places [E] only they [B] would go
La [G#m] la la
[F#]
[G#m] [F#] [E]
[B] Then I layed my winter clothes in, wishing I [G#m] was gone [F#] Going home
With the New York City winters [B] that raided me
[D#m] Raided [G#m] me
[F#] Going home
[B]
In the creeling stone the boxer and the fighter fight [G#m] his fate
And [F#] he carries the reminders of every gone act in him
Down [B] the cut-in, he cries out, it is I who am ashamed
I [F#] am leaving, I [E] am leaving, but the fight still [B] remains In [F#] [E] you
[B] La [G#m] la la
[F#] [G#m] [F#]
[F#]
[G#m]
[B]
I am just a poor boy, though my story seldom [G#m] told
I have [F#] squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbers and short promises
Home lies [G#m] unjust, still [F#] the man he is
Only wants [E] to hear him, he's stricken with [B] the risk
He needs you
He needs [B] you
When I left my home I found a little man, no more [G#m] than a boy
In [F#] the company of strangers
In a quiet house, the railway's [B] special, one in square
[G#m] Laying low, [F#] sticking up a poor [E] quarter
The way the landed people [B] go
Looking [F#] for the places [E] only they [B] would go
La [G#m] la la
[F#]
[G#m] [F#] [E]
[B] Then I layed my winter clothes in, wishing I [G#m] was gone [F#] Going home
With the New York City winters [B] that raided me
[D#m] Raided [G#m] me
[F#] Going home
[B]
In the creeling stone the boxer and the fighter fight [G#m] his fate
And [F#] he carries the reminders of every gone act in him
Down [B] the cut-in, he cries out, it is I who am ashamed
I [F#] am leaving, I [E] am leaving, but the fight still [B] remains In [F#] [E] you
[B] La [G#m] la la
[F#] [G#m] [F#]
[F#]
[G#m]
[B]
Key:
F#
B
G#m
E
D#m
F#
B
G#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ I am just a poor boy, though my story seldom [G#m] told
I have [F#] squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbers and short promises _ _
Home lies [G#m] unjust, still [F#] the man he is
Only wants [E] to hear him, he's stricken with [B] the risk
He needs you
He needs [B] _ _ _ _ you _
When I left my home I found a little man, no more [G#m] than a boy
In [F#] the company of strangers
In a quiet house, the railway's [B] special, one in square
_ _ [G#m] Laying low, [F#] sticking up a poor [E] quarter
The way the landed people [B] go
Looking [F#] for the places [E] only they [B] would go _
La [G#m] la la
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ Then _ _ _ I layed my winter clothes in, wishing I [G#m] was gone [F#] Going home
With the New York City winters [B] that raided me
_ [D#m] Raided _ [G#m] me
_ _ [F#] Going home _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the creeling stone the boxer and the fighter fight [G#m] his fate
And [F#] he carries the reminders of every gone act in him
Down [B] the cut-in, he cries out, it is I who am ashamed
I [F#] am leaving, I [E] am leaving, but the fight still [B] remains In [F#] _ [E] you
[B] La _ _ [G#m] la la
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I am just a poor boy, though my story seldom [G#m] told
I have [F#] squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbers and short promises _ _
Home lies [G#m] unjust, still [F#] the man he is
Only wants [E] to hear him, he's stricken with [B] the risk
He needs you
He needs [B] _ _ _ _ you _
When I left my home I found a little man, no more [G#m] than a boy
In [F#] the company of strangers
In a quiet house, the railway's [B] special, one in square
_ _ [G#m] Laying low, [F#] sticking up a poor [E] quarter
The way the landed people [B] go
Looking [F#] for the places [E] only they [B] would go _
La [G#m] la la
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ Then _ _ _ I layed my winter clothes in, wishing I [G#m] was gone [F#] Going home
With the New York City winters [B] that raided me
_ [D#m] Raided _ [G#m] me
_ _ [F#] Going home _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the creeling stone the boxer and the fighter fight [G#m] his fate
And [F#] he carries the reminders of every gone act in him
Down [B] the cut-in, he cries out, it is I who am ashamed
I [F#] am leaving, I [E] am leaving, but the fight still [B] remains In [F#] _ [E] you
[B] La _ _ [G#m] la la
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _