{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":10073799,"song":"The Boxer","artist":"Paul Simon","content_type":"chord","tab_type":null,"url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11667554-the-boxer-chords-by-paul-simon/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/10073799?type=chord","rating":null,"votes":null,"content":"Intro:\nI am just a poor boy\nThough my story's seldom told\nI have squandered my resistance\nFor a pocketful of mumbles\nSuch are promises\nAll lies and jest\nStill, a man hears what he\nWants to hear\nAnd disregards the rest\nWhen I left my home\nAnd my family\nI was no more     than a boy\nIn the company of strangers\nIn the quiet of the railway station\nRunning scared\nLaying low\nSeeking out the poorer quarters\nWhere the ragged people go\nLooking for the places\nOnly they would know\nBridge:\nAsking only workman's wages\nI come looking for a job\nBut I get no offers\nJust a come-on from the whores\nOn Seventh Avenue\nI do declare\nThere were times when I was\nSo lonesome\nI took some comfort there\nBridge:\nThen I'm laying out\nMy winter clothes\nAnd wishing I was gone\nGoing home\nWhere the New York City winters\nAren't bleeding me\nLeading me\nGoing home\nBridge:\nIn the clearing stands a boxer\nAnd a fighter by his trade\nAnd he carries the reminders\nOf ev'ry glove that laid him down\nOr cut him till he cried out\nIn his anger and his shame\n"I am leaving, I am leaving"\nBut the fighter still remains\nBridge:\nEnding:","plain_text":"Intro:\nI am just a poor boy\nThough my story's seldom told\nI have squandered my resistance\nFor a pocketful of mumbles\nSuch are promises\nAll lies and jest\nStill, a man hears what he\nWants to hear\nAnd disregards the rest\nWhen I left my home\nAnd my family\nI was no more     than a boy\nIn the company of strangers\nIn the quiet of the railway station\nRunning scared\nLaying low\nSeeking out the poorer quarters\nWhere the ragged people go\nLooking for the places\nOnly they would know\nBridge:\nAsking only workman's wages\nI come looking for a job\nBut I get no offers\nJust a come-on from the whores\nOn Seventh Avenue\nI do declare\nThere were times when I was\nSo lonesome\nI took some comfort there\nBridge:\nThen I'm laying out\nMy winter clothes\nAnd wishing I was gone\nGoing home\nWhere the New York City winters\nAren't bleeding me\nLeading me\nGoing home\nBridge:\nIn the clearing stands a boxer\nAnd a fighter by his trade\nAnd he carries the reminders\nOf ev'ry glove that laid him down\nOr cut him till he cried out\nIn his anger and his shame\n"I am leaving, I am leaving"\nBut the fighter still remains\nBridge:\nEnding:","chords":[]}