July July

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[Verse]
A          B                   E
There is a road that meets the 
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road that goes to my house
A           B           E
and how the green grows there.
A          B                  E 
And we got special boots that 
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beat the path to my house
         A                 B      
and it's careful, and it's careful
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 when I'm there.


[Verse]
A              B           E    
And I say your uncle was a 
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crooked French Canadian
A          B               E
and he was gunshot running gin
A           B                E  
and how his guts were all 
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suspended in his fingers
           A            B      
and how he held'em, how held'em, 
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held'em in.


[Pre-Chorus]
        F#m                  E
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!
     E
In a lonely drain!


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[Chorus]
A   D     E     E7
  July, July, July
A     D         E
never seamed so strange
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  July, July, July
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never seamed so, never seamed so
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 strange.


[Verse]
A           B            E      
This is the story of the road 
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that goes to my house
A        B                 E
and what ghosts do there remain.
A           B                    
And all the troughs that run the 
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length and breadth of my house
        A                  B      
and the chickens, how they rattle 
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chicken chains.


[Verse]
A           B                E  
And we'll remember this when we 
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are old and ancient,
A             B               E
though the specifics might be vague.
A                 B              
And I'll say your camisole was a 
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sprightly light magenta
        A             B            
when in fact it was a nappy bluish 
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gray.


[Pre-Chorus]
        F#m                  E
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!
     E
In a blood red drain!


[Chorus]
A   D     E     E7
  July, July, July
A     D         E
never seamed so strange
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  July, July, July
A     D        E       E7       
never seamed so, never seamed so
  A      D  E
 strange
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It never seemed so strange
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It never seemed so strange
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It never seemed so 
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straaaaaaaaaaaaange