July July
The Decemberists
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Verse
A B E D There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house A B E and how the green grows there. A B E D And we got special boots that beat the path to my house A B E and it's careful, and it's careful when I'm there.
Verse
A B E D And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian A B E and he was gunshot running gin A B E D and how his guts were all suspended in his fingers A B E and how he held'em, how held'em, held'em in.
Pre-Chorus
F#m E And the water rolls down the drain. F#m E The water rolls down the drain. D O what a lonely thing! E In a lonely drain!
Chorus
A D E E7 July, July, July A D E never seamed so strange A D E E7 July, July, July A D E E7 A D E E7 never seamed so, never seamed so strange.
Verse
A B E D This is the story of the road that goes to my house A B E and what ghosts do there remain. A B E D And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house A B E and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.
Verse
A B E D And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient, A B E though the specifics might be vague. A B E D And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta A B E when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.
Pre-Chorus
F#m E And the water rolls down the drain. F#m E The blood rolls down the drain. D O what a lonely thing! E In a blood red drain!
Chorus
A D E E7 July, July, July A D E never seamed so strange A D E E7 July, July, July A D E E7 A D E never seamed so, never seamed so strange E7 A D E It never seemed so strange E7 A D E It never seemed so strange E7 A D E E7 A D E E7 It never seemed so straaaaaaaaaaaaange
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