The Hold Steady – Constructive Summer (Guitar)

Capo 2
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Intro: D G D G
D                       G   D                      G
Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”

D                        G
We pound it out on floor toms

D                       
Our psalms are sing-along songs
Bm A D
D                           G
And this whole town is like this

D                           G
Been that way our whole lives

D                                G
Just work at the mill until you die

D
Work at the mill, and then you die
Bm A D
D                               G
We’re gonna build something, this summer

D
We’re gonna build something, this summer

Bm          A              G
We’ll put it back together- raise up a giant ladder

D                                               G    E 
With love, and trust, and friends, and hammers (This summer!)

Bm         A                G 
We’re gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower

D                                        G    Em 
Climb up to the top, and drink and talk (This summer!) 

D                         G   D                     G   
Me and my friends are like “Double-whiskey-coke-no-ice.”

D                          G     D      
We drink along in double time; might drink too much, but we feel fine
Bm A D
D                               G
We’re gonna build something this summer.

D
Gonna build something this summer. 

     Bm                      A        G
This summer, grant us all the power to drink on top of water towers,

D                                            G   E 
With love, and trust, and shows, all summer (Get hammered!)

Bm            A      G                                     D 
Let this be my annual reminder that we can all be something bigger 
D D
D
I went to your schools, I did my detention 
But the walls are so gray, I couldn’t pay attention
D 
I heard your gospel- it moved me to tears, 
But I couldn’t find the hate, and I couldn’t find the fear
D
I met your Savior, I knelt at his feet, 
And he took my ten bucks, and he went down the street
D 
I tried to believe all the things that you said,

       G                             E
But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead. 

Bm     A                G
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer

Bm        A                 G
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher

Bm     A              G                  D               G
Getting older makes it harder to remember…we are our only saviors

            Em                    D
We’re gonna build something, this summer