Mumford & Sons - The boxer

^CI am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom ^Amtold I have ^Gsquandered my resistance For a ^G7pocket full of ^G6mumbles such are ^Cpromises All lies and ^Amjests Still a ^Gman hears what he ^Fwants to hear And disregards the ^Crest ^C

When I ^Cleft my home and my family I was ^Cno more ^Gthan a ^Amboy In the ^Gcompany of strangers In the ^G7quiet of the ^G6railway station runn^Cing scared Laying ^Amlow, seeking ^Gout the poorer q^Fuarters Where the ragged people ^Cgo Looking f^Gor the places ^Fonly they would ^Cknow

Lie-la-l^Amie Lie-la-^Glie la lie-la-lie Lie la ^Amlie Lie-la-^Flie la la la la lie la la la la ^Clie

Asking ^Conly workman's wages I come ^Clooking ^Gfor a ^Amjob But I get no ^Goffers, Just a ^G7come-on from the ^G6whores on Seventh ^CAvenue I do ^Amdeclare, there were ^Gtimes when I was so ^Flonesome I took some comfort ^Cthere

Then I'm ^Claying out my winter clothes And ^Cwishing ^GI was g^Amone Going ^Ghome Where the ^G7New York City ^G6winters aren't ^Cbleeding me ^AmBleeding me, going ^Ghome

In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer And a ^Cfighter ^Gby his ^Amtrade And he ^Gcarries the reminders Of ^G7ev'ry glove that ^G6layed him down Or ^Ccut him till he cried out In his ^Amanger and his ^Fshame "^GI am leaving, I^F am leaving" But the ^Cfighter still remains

Lie-la-l^Amie Lie-la-^Glie la lie-la-lie Lie la ^Amlie Lie-la-^Flie la la la la lie la la la la ^Amlie

Lie-la-^Glie la lie-la-lie Lie la ^Amlie Lie-la-^Flie la la la la lie la la la la ^Clie