Presidents Dead
Okkervil RiverVersion1
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The Presidents dead, the radio said
Dear friends is it not so horrible?
A shock to my heart like a knife right through bread,
The newspaper said, the Presidents dead.
The sea doesnt dry and the sky doesnt split,
But friends it just seems so wrong, dont it?
A shout from the crowd and a shot to the head,
The Presidents lying on the tarmac dead.
Hes lying face down with those black dress day gents,
Guns drawn running around in the early o-bits,
Say he was a good man, you cant argue with that,
Not today you cant, not now you cant.
In the media tent, where they spin and they slant,
They just foam at the mouth and they chomp at the bit,
Those bloodsuckers can wait, till those vultures cool it,
The radio said, the Presidents dead,
And lets imagine the day, lets say 30 years in,
How somebody will say what were you doing when,
On a beautiful day I was waking up and
I was lying in bed with my girlfriend
And the eggs on the plate and the bacon hissing
And the coffee was great, these was spring on the wind,
If you ever lived through a day where the littlest things,
in the littlest ways, made you feel you were blest.
And if you died right then, well you know youd be missed,
But theres no better way to cease to exist,
And you wouldnt feel sad and you wouldnt resist,
Because you knew what you had and were thankful for it,
In your own little way, well Im a small quiet man,
Ive got no wars to win, I dont have a big plan,
But I love my new place and I love my old friends,
And I scrimp and I save and one day Ill have kids,
I can truthfully say that my day was like that,
till the radio playing on the stand by the bed,
fired out this report and in three words they said,
Like three shots to my head, the Presidents dead.
The Presidents dead.
The Presidents dead.
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Readable chord sheet for Presidents Dead by Okkervil River
[D]The Presidents [A]dead, the radio [Em]said Dear friends is it [G]not so horr[A]ible? A shock to my [Em]heart like a knife right through [G]bread, The newspaper [A]said, the Presidents d[D]ead. [D]The sea doesnt [A]dry and the sky doesnt [Em]split, But friends it just [G]seems so wrong, dont [A]it? A shout from the [Em]crowd and a shot to the [G]head, The Presidents l[A]ying on the tarmac d[D]ead. [D]Hes lying face [A]down with those black dress day [Em]gents, Guns drawn running a[G]round in the early o-[A]bits, Say he was a good [Em]man, you cant argue with [G]that, Not today you [A]cant, not now you [D]cant. [D]In the media t[A]ent, where they spin and they [Em]slant, They just foam at the m[G]outh and they chomp at the [A]bit, Those bloodsuckers can [Em]wait, till those vultures cool [G]it, The radio s[A]aid, the Presidents [D]dead, [D]And lets imagine the [A]day, lets say 30 years [Em]in, How somebody will [G]say what were you doing w[A]hen, On a beautiful [Em]day I was waking up a[G]nd I was lying in [A]bed with my girl[D]friend [D]And the eggs on the p[A]late and the bacon hi[Em]ssing And the coffee was g[G]reat, these was spring on the [A]wind, If you ever lived through a [Em]day where the littlest [G]things, in the littlest [A]ways, made you feel you were [D]blest. [D]And if you died right [A]then, well you know youd be [Em]missed, But theres no better [G]way to cease to e[A]xist, And you wouldnt feel [Em]sad and you wouldnt re[G]sist, Because you knew what you [A]had and were thankful for [D]it, [D]In your own little [A]way, well Im a small quiet [Em]man, Ive got no wars to [G]win, I dont have a big p[A]lan, But I love my new [Em]place and I love my old f[G]riends, And I scrimp and I [A]save and one day Ill have [D]kids, [D]I can truthfully [A]say that my day was like [Em]that, till the radio [G]playing on the stand by the [A]bed, fired out this r[Em]eport and in three words they [G]said, Like three shots to my [A]head, the Presidents [D]de[A]ad[Em]. [G] The Presidents d[D]ea[A]d.[Em] [G] The Presidents d[D]ea[A]d.[Em] [G] [D] [A] [Em] [G] [D] [A] [Em] [G]