July July Tab par Decemberists (Accords Baryton)

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There is a road that meets the road That goes to my house 
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And how the green grows there 

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And we've got special boots To beat the path to my house 
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And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there 

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And I say your uncle was a crooked french canadian 
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And he was gut-shot running gin 

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And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers 
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and how he held 'em  How he held 'em held, 'em in 

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And the water rolls down the drain 
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The water rolls down the drain 
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O, what a lonely thing 
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In a lonely drain 

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July, July, July 
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It never seemed so strange 
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July, July, July 
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It never seemed so strange never seemed so strange 

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This is the story of the road that goes to my house 
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And what ghosts there do remain 

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And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house 
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And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains 

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And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient 
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Though the specifics might be vague 

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And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta 
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When in fact it was a nappy bluish grey 

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And the water rolls down the drain 
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The blood rolls down the drain 
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O, what a lonely thing 
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In a blood red drain 

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July, July, July 
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It never seemed so strange 
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July, July, July 
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It never seemed so strange never seemed so strange 

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