Okkervil River – Presidents Dead (Ukulele)

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The President’s dead, the radio said

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Dear friends is it not so horrible?

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A shock to my heart like a knife right through bread,

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The newspaper said, the President’s dead.

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The sea doesn’t dry and the sky doesn’t split,

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But friends it just seems so wrong, don’t it?

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A shout from the crowd and a shot to the head,

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The President’s lying on the tarmac dead.

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He’s lying face down with those black dress day gents,

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Guns drawn running around in the early o-bits,

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Say he was a good man, you can’t argue with that,

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Not today you can’t, not now you can’t.

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In the media tent, where they spin and they slant,

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They just foam at the mouth and they chomp at the bit,

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Those bloodsuckers can wait, ‘till those vultures cool it,

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The radio said, the President’s dead,

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And let’s imagine the day, let’s say 30 years in,

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How somebody will say what were you doing when,

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On a beautiful day I was waking up and

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I was lying in bed with my girlfriend

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And the eggs on the plate and the bacon hissing

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And the coffee was great, these was spring on the wind,

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If you ever lived through a day where the littlest things,

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in the littlest ways, made you feel you were blest.

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And if you died right then, well you know you’d be missed,

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But there’s no better way to cease to exist,

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And you wouldn’t feel sad and you wouldn’t resist,

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Because you knew what you had and were thankful for it,

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In your own little way, well I’m a small quiet man,

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I’ve got no wars to win, I don’t have a big plan,

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But I love my new place and I love my old friends,

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And I scrimp and I save and one day I’ll have kids,

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I can truthfully say that my day was like that,

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‘till the radio playing on the stand by the bed,

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fired out this report and in three words they said,

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Like three shots to my head, the President’s dead.

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The President’s dead.

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The President’s dead.