Chords for Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer - Madison Square Garden, NYC - 2009/10/29&30
Tempo:
91.45 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
Em
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Em] [Dm] [G]
[C]
I'm just a poor boy, my [G] story's [Am] seldom told
I [G] squandered my resistance for a [Em] pocketful of mumbles, [C] such are promises
[Am] All eyes and chest, [G] still man hears what he [C] wants to hear and disregards the rest
[G]
[C]
When I left my home and my family I was no [Am] more than a boy, [G] a stranger in the [Dm] quiet [A] of
the railway [C] station, uninsured.
[Am] Laying low, [G] seeking out the [F] cool quarters where the ragged [C] people go, [G] looking for the
[F] places only [C] they would go.
[Am] La la la la la, [Em] la la la [Am]
[G] [C]
[Gm] la la.
[C] Asking for workers' wages, I come looking [Am] for a job, I [G] get no offers.
Just a come-on from the horizontal [C] 7th Avenue.
[Am] I've lived there, [G] there were times when I was so [F] lonesome, I took some [C] comfort [Em] there.
La la la la la, [G]
[C]
[Am] [G]
[C]
[Am] [G] [F]
[C] [G] [F] [C]
[Am] [Em]
[Am] [G]
[Am] la [Em] la la [Am] [G] la la.
[C]
Then I lay down, wishing I was gone, [G] going home.
Where the New York City [C] winters aren't leaving me, [Em]
leaving [Am] me, going [G]
home.
[C]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter [Am] by his [G] trade, and he carries the reminders
of every glove [Em] that laid him down [C] or cut him till he cried out in his anger and [Am] his shame.
[Em] I believe [C]
[F] the fighter [C] still [G] remains, he [G] still remains.
[F]
[C] La [Am] la la la [Em] la, [Am]
[G] la la la la la.
[Am] [Em] [Am]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [C]
[Cm] [N]
[C]
I'm just a poor boy, my [G] story's [Am] seldom told
I [G] squandered my resistance for a [Em] pocketful of mumbles, [C] such are promises
[Am] All eyes and chest, [G] still man hears what he [C] wants to hear and disregards the rest
[G]
[C]
When I left my home and my family I was no [Am] more than a boy, [G] a stranger in the [Dm] quiet [A] of
the railway [C] station, uninsured.
[Am] Laying low, [G] seeking out the [F] cool quarters where the ragged [C] people go, [G] looking for the
[F] places only [C] they would go.
[Am] La la la la la, [Em] la la la [Am]
[G] [C]
[Gm] la la.
[C] Asking for workers' wages, I come looking [Am] for a job, I [G] get no offers.
Just a come-on from the horizontal [C] 7th Avenue.
[Am] I've lived there, [G] there were times when I was so [F] lonesome, I took some [C] comfort [Em] there.
La la la la la, [G]
[C]
[Am] [G]
[C]
[Am] [G] [F]
[C] [G] [F] [C]
[Am] [Em]
[Am] [G]
[Am] la [Em] la la [Am] [G] la la.
[C]
Then I lay down, wishing I was gone, [G] going home.
Where the New York City [C] winters aren't leaving me, [Em]
leaving [Am] me, going [G]
home.
[C]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter [Am] by his [G] trade, and he carries the reminders
of every glove [Em] that laid him down [C] or cut him till he cried out in his anger and [Am] his shame.
[Em] I believe [C]
[F] the fighter [C] still [G] remains, he [G] still remains.
[F]
[C] La [Am] la la la [Em] la, [Am]
[G] la la la la la.
[Am] [Em] [Am]
[G] [Am]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [C]
[Cm] [N]
Key:
G
C
Am
Em
F
G
C
Am
_ [F] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm just a poor boy, my [G] story's [Am] seldom told
I _ [G] squandered my resistance for a [Em] pocketful of mumbles, [C] such are promises
_ _ [Am] All eyes and chest, [G] still man hears what he [C] wants to hear and disregards the rest
[G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ When I left my home and my family I was no [Am] more than a boy, [G] _ a stranger in the [Dm] quiet [A] of
the railway [C] station, _ _ uninsured.
[Am] Laying low, [G] seeking out the [F] cool quarters where the ragged [C] people go, [G] looking for the
[F] places only [C] they would go.
[Am] La la la la la, [Em] la la la _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ la la.
[C] Asking for workers' wages, I come looking [Am] for a job, I [G] get no offers. _
Just a come-on from the horizontal [C] 7th Avenue.
_ _ [Am] I've lived there, [G] there were times when I was so [F] lonesome, I took some [C] comfort [Em] there.
La la la la la, [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ la [Em] la la _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] la la.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ Then I lay down, _ wishing I was gone, [G] going home.
_ Where the New York City [C] winters aren't leaving me, _ [Em] _
leaving _ [Am] me, going [G]
home.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter [Am] by his [G] trade, and he carries the reminders
of every glove [Em] that laid him down [C] or cut him till he cried out in his anger and [Am] his shame.
[Em] I believe [C] _
[F] the fighter [C] still [G] remains, he [G] still remains.
[F] _
_ [C] _ _ La [Am] la la la [Em] la, _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[G] la la la la la.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm just a poor boy, my [G] story's [Am] seldom told
I _ [G] squandered my resistance for a [Em] pocketful of mumbles, [C] such are promises
_ _ [Am] All eyes and chest, [G] still man hears what he [C] wants to hear and disregards the rest
[G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ When I left my home and my family I was no [Am] more than a boy, [G] _ a stranger in the [Dm] quiet [A] of
the railway [C] station, _ _ uninsured.
[Am] Laying low, [G] seeking out the [F] cool quarters where the ragged [C] people go, [G] looking for the
[F] places only [C] they would go.
[Am] La la la la la, [Em] la la la _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ la la.
[C] Asking for workers' wages, I come looking [Am] for a job, I [G] get no offers. _
Just a come-on from the horizontal [C] 7th Avenue.
_ _ [Am] I've lived there, [G] there were times when I was so [F] lonesome, I took some [C] comfort [Em] there.
La la la la la, [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ la [Em] la la _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] la la.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ Then I lay down, _ wishing I was gone, [G] going home.
_ Where the New York City [C] winters aren't leaving me, _ [Em] _
leaving _ [Am] me, going [G]
home.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter [Am] by his [G] trade, and he carries the reminders
of every glove [Em] that laid him down [C] or cut him till he cried out in his anger and [Am] his shame.
[Em] I believe [C] _
[F] the fighter [C] still [G] remains, he [G] still remains.
[F] _
_ [C] _ _ La [Am] la la la [Em] la, _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[G] la la la la la.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _