Chords for Alison Krauss & Shawn Colvin - Simon & Garfunkel's The Boxer
Tempo:
85.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Dm
Bb
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Am] [F]
I am just a poor boy, though my [Am] story's [Dm] seldom told.
[C] I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such [F] are promises.
[Am] [Dm] All lies and [C] jests, still the man hears [Bb] what he wants to hear and [F] disregards [Bb] the rest.
[C]
[F] When I left my home and my family, I [C] was no more [Dm] than a boy [C] in the company of strangers,
in the quiet of a railway [F] station, running scared.
[C] [Dm] Laying low, [C] seeking out the [Bb] poorer quarters where the ready [F] people [C] go,
looking for [Bb] places only [F] they would know.
[Dm]
[Am] Asking [Dm]
[C] [F]
only a workman's wages, I go looking [Dm] for a job, but I get [C] no offer.
It's just a come-on from the hosts on [F] 7th Avenue.
[C] High [Dm] duty flare, there [C] were times when I [Bb] was so lonesome, but so [F] comfortable.
[C] La la la.
[F]
[C]
[Dm] [C]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Bb] [F] La [C] [Bb] [F]
[Dm] la la.
La la [Am] la.
[Dm] [C]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [C]
[F]
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I [Dm] was gone, [C] going home,
where the New York City winters [F] aren't leading me, [Am]
leading [Dm] me, [C] going home.
[F]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a [C] fighter [D] by his tray, [C] and he carries the reminders
of every glove that's laid him down [F] and cut him to the pride.
In his anger and [Dm] his shame, I [C] am leaving, [Bb] I am leaving, but the fighter [F] still remains.
[C] [Bb] [F] La [Dm] [Am]
la la.
La [Dm] la [C]
la.
[Dm] [Am] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [F]
[Am] [Dm] [C]
[F]
[Dm] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] [C] [F]
[C] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Am] [F]
I am just a poor boy, though my [Am] story's [Dm] seldom told.
[C] I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such [F] are promises.
[Am] [Dm] All lies and [C] jests, still the man hears [Bb] what he wants to hear and [F] disregards [Bb] the rest.
[C]
[F] When I left my home and my family, I [C] was no more [Dm] than a boy [C] in the company of strangers,
in the quiet of a railway [F] station, running scared.
[C] [Dm] Laying low, [C] seeking out the [Bb] poorer quarters where the ready [F] people [C] go,
looking for [Bb] places only [F] they would know.
[Dm]
[Am] Asking [Dm]
[C] [F]
only a workman's wages, I go looking [Dm] for a job, but I get [C] no offer.
It's just a come-on from the hosts on [F] 7th Avenue.
[C] High [Dm] duty flare, there [C] were times when I [Bb] was so lonesome, but so [F] comfortable.
[C] La la la.
[F]
[C]
[Dm] [C]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Bb] [F] La [C] [Bb] [F]
[Dm] la la.
La la [Am] la.
[Dm] [C]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [C]
[F]
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I [Dm] was gone, [C] going home,
where the New York City winters [F] aren't leading me, [Am]
leading [Dm] me, [C] going home.
[F]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a [C] fighter [D] by his tray, [C] and he carries the reminders
of every glove that's laid him down [F] and cut him to the pride.
In his anger and [Dm] his shame, I [C] am leaving, [Bb] I am leaving, but the fighter [F] still remains.
[C] [Bb] [F] La [Dm] [Am]
la la.
La [Dm] la [C]
la.
[Dm] [Am] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [F]
[Am] [Dm] [C]
[F]
[Dm] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] [C] [F]
[C] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] [F]
Key:
C
F
Dm
Bb
Am
C
F
Dm
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I am just a poor boy, though my [Am] story's [Dm] seldom told.
[C] I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such [F] are promises.
_ _ [Am] [Dm] All lies and [C] jests, still the man hears [Bb] what he wants to hear and [F] disregards [Bb] the rest.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ When _ _ _ I left my home and my family, I [C] was no more [Dm] than a boy [C] in the company of strangers,
in the quiet of a railway [F] station, running scared. _
_ [C] [Dm] Laying low, [C] seeking out the [Bb] poorer quarters where the ready [F] people [C] go,
looking for [Bb] places only [F] they would know.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Asking _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ only a workman's wages, I go looking [Dm] for a job, but I get [C] no offer. _
It's just a come-on from the hosts on [F] 7th Avenue. _ _
[C] High [Dm] duty flare, there [C] were times when I [Bb] was so lonesome, but so [F] comfortable.
[C] La la la. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] La _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Dm] la la.
La la [Am] la. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I [Dm] was gone, [C] going home,
where the New York City winters [F] aren't leading me, _ [Am] _
leading [Dm] _ me, [C] going home. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the clearing stands a boxer and a [C] fighter [D] by his tray, [C] and he carries the reminders
of every glove that's laid him down [F] and cut him to the pride.
In his anger and [Dm] his shame, I [C] am leaving, [Bb] I am leaving, but the fighter [F] still remains.
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] [F] La _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am]
la la.
_ La [Dm] la _ _ [C] _
_ la.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I am just a poor boy, though my [Am] story's [Dm] seldom told.
[C] I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such [F] are promises.
_ _ [Am] [Dm] All lies and [C] jests, still the man hears [Bb] what he wants to hear and [F] disregards [Bb] the rest.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ When _ _ _ I left my home and my family, I [C] was no more [Dm] than a boy [C] in the company of strangers,
in the quiet of a railway [F] station, running scared. _
_ [C] [Dm] Laying low, [C] seeking out the [Bb] poorer quarters where the ready [F] people [C] go,
looking for [Bb] places only [F] they would know.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Asking _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ only a workman's wages, I go looking [Dm] for a job, but I get [C] no offer. _
It's just a come-on from the hosts on [F] 7th Avenue. _ _
[C] High [Dm] duty flare, there [C] were times when I [Bb] was so lonesome, but so [F] comfortable.
[C] La la la. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] La _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Dm] la la.
La la [Am] la. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I [Dm] was gone, [C] going home,
where the New York City winters [F] aren't leading me, _ [Am] _
leading [Dm] _ me, [C] going home. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the clearing stands a boxer and a [C] fighter [D] by his tray, [C] and he carries the reminders
of every glove that's laid him down [F] and cut him to the pride.
In his anger and [Dm] his shame, I [C] am leaving, [Bb] I am leaving, but the fighter [F] still remains.
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] [F] La _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am]
la la.
_ La [Dm] la _ _ [C] _
_ la.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _