Аккорды The Decemberists - July, July!

INTRO

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VERSE 1

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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 got special boots that beat the path to my house
         A                 B                E
And it's careful, and it's careful when I'm there.

VERSE 2

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

PRE-CHORUS

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And the water rolls down the drain.
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The water rolls down the drain. O what a
D                   E
Lonely thing!  In a lonely drain!

CHORUS

A   D     E     D
  July, July, July
A     D         E
Never seemed so strange
A   D     E     D
  July, July, July
A     D        E       D         A   D       E
Never seemed so, never seemed so strange.

VERSE 3

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

VERSE 4

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

PRE-CHORUS

        F#m                  E
And the water rolls down the drain.
    F#m                  E
The blood rolls down the drain. O what a
D                   E
Lonely thing!  In a blood-red drain!

CHORUS

A   D     E     D
  July, July, July
A     D         E
Never seemed so strange
A   D     E     D
  July, July, July
A     D        E       D         A   D       E
Never seemed so, never seemed so strange.

OUTRO

A     D         E
Never seemed so strange
A     D         E
Never seemed so strange
A     D         E
Never seemed so strange