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