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Chords in this song6
Verse
Verse
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house
and how the green grows there.
And we got special boots that beat the path to my house
and it's careful, and it's careful when I'm there.
Verse
And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
and he was gunshot running gin
and how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
and how he held'em, how held'em, held'em in.
Pre-Chorus
And the water rolls down the drain.
The water rolls down the drain.
O what a lonely thing!
In a lonely drain!
Chorus
July, July, July
never seamed so strange
July, July, July
never seamed so, never seamed so strange.
Verse
This is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts do there remain.
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.
Verse
And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient,
though the specifics might be vague.
And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray.
Pre-Chorus
And the water rolls down the drain.
The blood rolls down the drain.
O what a lonely thing!
In a blood red drain!
Chorus
July, July, July
never seamed so strange
July, July, July
never seamed so, never seamed so strange
It never seemed so strange
It never seemed so strange
It never seemed so straaaaaaaaaaaaange
End on A
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