The Boxer Lyrics - Mumford & Sons

I am just a poor boy 

Though my story's seldom told 

I have squandered my resistance 

For a pocketful of mumbles 

Such are promises 

All lies in jest 

Still a man hears what he wants to hear 

And disregards the rest 

When I left my home and my family 

I was no more than a boy 

In the company of strangers 

In the quiet of the railway station 

Runnin' scared 

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 

Where the ragged people go 

Lookin' for the places only they would know 

Well lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-la-lie 

Asking only workman's wages 

I come lookin' for a job 

But I get no offers 

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue 

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome 

I took some comfort there 

And I'm laying out my winter clothes 

And wishing I was gone 

Goin' home 

Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me 

Leadin' me, goin' home 

Well lie-la-la-la-la-lie 

Lie-lie-la-la 

La-la-la-lie 

La-la-la-la 

In the clearing stands a boxer 

And a fighter by his trade 

And he carries the reminders 

Of every glove that laid him down 

And cut him 'til he cried out 

In his anger and his shame 

"I am leaving, I am leaving" 

But the fighter still remains 

Well lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie 

Lie-la-la-la-lie 

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