Mumford & Sons - The boxer

^CI am just a poor boy Though my story's s^Bmeldom ^Amtold I have ^Gsquandered my resistance For a ^Fpocket full of mumbles such are ^Cpromises ^BmAll 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 ^Fquiet of the railway station ^Crunning scared ^BmLaying l^Amow, seeking o^Gut the poorer qu^Farters 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 ^Gla lie la la la la l^Cie

Asking ^Conly workman's wages I come ^Clooking ^Gfor a ^Amjob But I get no ^Goffers, Just a ^Fcome-on from the whores on Seventh ^CAvenue ^DmI do de^Amclare, there were ti^Gmes when I was so lo^Fnesome I took some comfort ^Cthere

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

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

In the ^Cclearing stands a boxer And a ^Cfighter ^Gby his ^Amtrade And he ^Gcarries the reminders Of ^Fev'ry glove that layed 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 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