Simon & Garfunkel – The Boxer (Ukulele)

B                                               G#m
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.

       F#
I have squandered my resistance,

      F#7           F#6                B
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.

             G#m
All lies and jest;

         F#                 E                                B   F# F#7 F#6 B
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

       B                                               G#m
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,

       F#
In the company of strangers,

       F#7           F#6               B
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.

       G#m          F#              E
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

                        B
Where the ragged people go.

        F#               E    F#    F#7    B
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

       G#m
Lie-la-lie

       D#m
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

       G#m
Lie la lie

       F#                               B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

       B                                         G#m
Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,

             F#
But I get no offers,

       F#7               F#6                B
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.

       G#m              F#                   E
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,

                    B     F# F#7 F#6 B
I took some comfort there.

       G#m
Lie-la-lie

       D#m
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

       G#m
Lie la lie

       F#                               B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie

        B                                               G#m        F#
And I m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin home

          F#7            F#6             B            D#m       G#m     F#
Where the New York City winters aren t bleedin me, leadin me  goin home.

       B                                             G#m
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,

       F#                         F#7               F#
And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down,

   B                                              G#m
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,

      F#             E
"I am leaving, I am leaving."

                        B    F# F#7 F#6 B
But the fighter still remains

       G#m
Lie-la-lie

       D#m
Lie-la-lie la lie-la-lie

       G#m
Lie la lie

       F#
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie x10

F#                                      B
Lie-la-lie la la la la lie la la la la lie