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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">The Boxer</h1>
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  16 <p>Paul Simon<br />
  17 Recorded by Bob Dylan, in a duet between &ldquo;raucous HWY61&rdquo;-Dylan and
  18 &ldquo;mellifluous Nashville Skyline&rdquo;-Dylan, for <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">Self Portrait</a> (1970)<br /></p>
  19
  20 <p>Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  24 <pre class="verse">
  25 C
  26 I'm just a poor boy
  27                          Am
  28 Though my story's seldom told
  29        G
  30 I have squandered my resistance
  31       F
  32 For a pocketful of mumbles
  33          C
  34 Such are promises
  35              Am
  36 All lies and jest
  37         G                 F
  38 Still a man hears What he wants to hear
  39                   C
  40 And disregard the rest.
  41       G                     C
  42 La-la la, la-la la-la la-la la.
  43
  44 When I left my home and family
  45 I was no more than a boy
  46 In the company of strangers
  47 In the quiet of the railway station
  48 Running scared
  49 Laying low
  50 Seeking out the poorer quarters
  51 Where the ragged people go
  52 Lookin for the places
  53 Only they would know.
  54 </pre>
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  56 <pre class="bridge">
  57        Am
  58 Lay-la lay
  59        G
  60 Lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay
  61        Am
  62 Lay-la lay
  63        F              G              C
  64 Lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay-lay lay-la lay.
  65 </pre>
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  67 <pre class="verse">
  68 Askin only workman's wages
  69 I come lookin for a job
  70 But I get no offers
  71 Just a come on from the whores
  72 On seventh avenue
  73 I do declare
  74 There were times when I was so lonesome
  75 I took some comfort there.
  76
  77 Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
  78 And wishing I was gone
  79 Going on
  80 Where the New York city winters
  81 Aren't bleeding me
  82 Am
  83 Leading me
  84       G
  85 Going home.
  86
  87 In the clearing stands a boxer
  88 And a fighter by his trade
  89 And he carries the reminders
  90 Of every glove that laid him down
  91 And cut him till he cried out
  92 In his anger and his shame
  93 &quot;I'm leaving, I am leaving&quot;
  94 But the fighter still remains
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