Chords for The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel - Cover - Ken Mercer
Tempo:
63.8 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Bbm
Gb
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Db]
[Bbm] [F]
[Ab]
[Db]
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
[Ab] I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
[Db] Such a promise all lies and [Ab] jests
Still a man hears [Gb] what he wants to hear
And [Db] disregards the rest
[Ab] Mmm, mmm, [Db] mmm
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy [Ab] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway [Db] station running a scare
Laying low, [Ab] seeking out the poor [Gb] quarters
Where the ragged people came
Looking for the places only [Db] they'd
[Bbm] Lied, lied, [Fm] lied, lied, lied, lied, [Bbm] lied, lied, [Ab] lied, lied, lied, [Db] lied, lied, lied, lied, lied, lied
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, [Ab] but I get no offer
Just to come home from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[Db] I do declare there were times when [Gb] I was so lonesome I took some comfort [Ab] in
[Ab]
[Db]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Db] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Gb]
[Db]
[Bbm] [Fm]
[Bbm] [Ab] my own little [Db] world
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, [Ab] going home
Well the New York City [Db] winters are bleeding me, bleeding [Fm] [Bbm] me, [Ab] going home
[Db] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter by his tray
[Ab] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him [Db] down
Cuts him to the ground in his anger and his shame
[Ab] I am leaving, I [Gb] am leaving, but the fighter still remains
[Ab] [Db]
[Ab]
[Gb] [Db]
[Bbm] [Ab] [Gb]
[Db]
[N]
[Bbm] [F]
[Ab]
[Db]
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
[Ab] I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
[Db] Such a promise all lies and [Ab] jests
Still a man hears [Gb] what he wants to hear
And [Db] disregards the rest
[Ab] Mmm, mmm, [Db] mmm
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy [Ab] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway [Db] station running a scare
Laying low, [Ab] seeking out the poor [Gb] quarters
Where the ragged people came
Looking for the places only [Db] they'd
[Bbm] Lied, lied, [Fm] lied, lied, lied, lied, [Bbm] lied, lied, [Ab] lied, lied, lied, [Db] lied, lied, lied, lied, lied, lied
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, [Ab] but I get no offer
Just to come home from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[Db] I do declare there were times when [Gb] I was so lonesome I took some comfort [Ab] in
[Ab]
[Db]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Db] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Gb]
[Db]
[Bbm] [Fm]
[Bbm] [Ab] my own little [Db] world
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, [Ab] going home
Well the New York City [Db] winters are bleeding me, bleeding [Fm] [Bbm] me, [Ab] going home
[Db] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter by his tray
[Ab] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him [Db] down
Cuts him to the ground in his anger and his shame
[Ab] I am leaving, I [Gb] am leaving, but the fighter still remains
[Ab] [Db]
[Ab]
[Gb] [Db]
[Bbm] [Ab] [Gb]
[Db]
[N]
Key:
Ab
Db
Bbm
Gb
Fm
Ab
Db
Bbm
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
[Ab] I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
[Db] Such a promise _ _ all lies and [Ab] jests
Still a man hears [Gb] what he wants to hear
And [Db] disregards the rest
[Ab] Mmm, mmm, _ _ [Db] mmm _ _ _ _
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy [Ab] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway [Db] station running a scare
_ Laying low, [Ab] seeking out the poor [Gb] quarters
Where the ragged people came
Looking for the places only [Db] they'd _
[Bbm] Lied, lied, [Fm] lied, lied, lied, lied, [Bbm] lied, lied, [Ab] lied, lied, lied, [Db] _ _ _ lied, lied, lied, lied, lied, lied
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, [Ab] but I get no offer
Just to come home from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[Db] I do declare there were times when [Gb] I was so lonesome I took some comfort [Ab] in
_ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Ab] _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] my own little [Db] world
Then _ I'm _ _ _ _ laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, [Ab] going home
Well the New York City [Db] winters are bleeding me, bleeding [Fm] _ [Bbm] me, [Ab] going home _ _ _
[Db] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter by his tray
[Ab] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him [Db] down
Cuts him to the ground in his anger and his shame
[Ab] I am leaving, I [Gb] am leaving, but the fighter still remains
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ [Ab] _ _ [Gb] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
[Ab] I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
[Db] Such a promise _ _ all lies and [Ab] jests
Still a man hears [Gb] what he wants to hear
And [Db] disregards the rest
[Ab] Mmm, mmm, _ _ [Db] mmm _ _ _ _
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy [Ab] in the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway [Db] station running a scare
_ Laying low, [Ab] seeking out the poor [Gb] quarters
Where the ragged people came
Looking for the places only [Db] they'd _
[Bbm] Lied, lied, [Fm] lied, lied, lied, lied, [Bbm] lied, lied, [Ab] lied, lied, lied, [Db] _ _ _ lied, lied, lied, lied, lied, lied
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job, [Ab] but I get no offer
Just to come home from the whores on Seventh Avenue
[Db] I do declare there were times when [Gb] I was so lonesome I took some comfort [Ab] in
_ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Ab] _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] my own little [Db] world
Then _ I'm _ _ _ _ laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, [Ab] going home
Well the New York City [Db] winters are bleeding me, bleeding [Fm] _ [Bbm] me, [Ab] going home _ _ _
[Db] In the clearance stands a boxer and a fighter by his tray
[Ab] And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him [Db] down
Cuts him to the ground in his anger and his shame
[Ab] I am leaving, I [Gb] am leaving, but the fighter still remains
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ [Ab] _ _ [Gb] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _