Mumford & Sons - The boxer

^CI am just a poor boy Though my s^Ctory's s^Eeldom ^Amtold I have ^Gsquandered my resistance For a ^G7pocket full of m^Fumbles such are ^Cpromises ^CAll li^Ees and j^Amests 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 ^Ethan a^Am boy In the ^Gcompany of strangers In the ^G7quiet of the r^Failway station ru^Cnning scared^{C E}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 ^Glie la la la la ^Clie

Asking ^Conly workman's wages I come ^Clooking ^Efor a ^Amjob But I get no ^Goffers, Just a ^G7come-on from the ^Fwhores on Seventh ^CAvenue ^C I ^Edo d^Ameclare, there were t^Gimes when I was so l^Fonesome I took some comfort ^Cthere

Then I'm ^Claying out my winter clothes And ^Cwishing ^EI was g^Amone Going ^Ghome Where the ^G7New York City ^Fwinters aren't ^Cbleeding me^{C E}Bleeding ^Ame, going h^Gome

^CLa laaa ^CLa ^Ela ^Amlaa ^GAhhh ^CLa laaa ^CLa ^Ela ^Amlaa ^GAhhh ^FLaa la la^C la

In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer And a ^Cfighter ^Gby his ^Amtrade And he ^Gcarries the reminders Of ^G7ev'ry glove that ^Flayed him down Or ^Ccut him till he cried out In his ^Amanger and his ^Fshame "I am ^Gleaving, I am l^Feaving" 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 ^Glie la la la la ^Amlie

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

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