July, July

[Intro] E E7

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

[Verse] A B E D And I say your uncle was a crooked french canadian A B E And he was gut-shot runnin gin A B E D And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers A B E and how he held 'em, how he held 'em, held 'em in

[Pre-Chorus] F#m C#m And the water rolls down the drain F#m C#m The water rolls down the drain D Oh what a lonely thing E 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 Never seemed so A D A E E7 Never seemed so strange

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

[Verse] A B E D And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient A B E Though the specifics might be vague A B E D And I'll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta A B E When in fact it was a nappy blueish grey

[Pre-Chorus] F#m C#m And the water rolls down the drain F#m C#m The blood rolls down the drain D Oh what a lonely thing E 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 Never seemed so A D A E E7 Never seemed so strange E E7 A