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The Decemberists
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July, July!
Lyricist:Colin Patrick Meloy
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there
And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian And he was gut-shot runnin' gin And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers And how he held 'em, how he held 'em, held 'em in
And the water rolls down the drain (Water rolls down the drain) The water rolls down the drain (Water rolls down the drain) Oh, what a lonely thing in a lonely drain
July, July, July, it never seemed so strange July, July, July, it never seemed so It never seemed so strange
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This is the story of the road that goes to my house And what goes there do remain And all the troughs 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 sprightly light magenta When in fact it was a nappy blueish grey
And the water rolls down the drain (Water rolls down the drain) The blood rolls down the drain (Water rolls down the drain) Oh, what a lonely thing in a blood red drain
July, July, July, it never seemed so strange July, July, July, it never seemed so It never seemed so strange, it never seemed so strange It never seemed so strange, it never seemed so strange
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