July July

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

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.

And the [F#m]water rolls down the [E]drain.
The [F#m]water rolls down the [E]drain. O what a
[D]lonely thing!  In a [E]lonely drain!

[A]  Ju[D]ly, Ju[E]ly, Ju[D]ly
[A]never [D]seamed so [E]strange
[A]  Ju[D]ly, Ju[E]ly, Ju[D]ly
[A]never [D]seamed so[E], never [D]seamed so [A]strange. [D]         [E]

This is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts do there remain.
And all the thoughts that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.

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.

REPEAT PRE-CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS

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