July, July! Lyrics

The Decemberists

There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house
And how the 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 running gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And how he held them, how he held them, held them 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
Never seemed so, it never seemed so strange

This is the story of the road that goes to my house
And what ghosts 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 a sprightly, light magenta
When in fact, it was a nappy bluish gray

And the water rolls down the drain (water rolls down the drain)
The blood rolls down the drain (blood 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
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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