The Hold Steady – Constructive Summer (Ukulele)

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these chords seem pretty good. not sure if its the c# or the C#m sometimes. you'll see what i mean. ok so here we go... Intro: A B A B
A  B                       A   B
Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”

A  B 
We pound it out on floor toms

A   B
Our psalms are sing-along songs
C#m (or C# not sure) B A
A    B
And this whole town is like this

A    B 
Been that way our whole lives

A    B 
Just work at the mill until you die

A    B 
Work at the mill, and then you die
C#m B A
A    B
We’re gonna build something, this summer

A    B
We’re gonna build something, this summer

C#m          B              A
We’ll put it back together- raise up a giant ladder

E                                               A    F# 
With love, and trust, and friends, and hammers (This summer!)

C#m         B                A 
We’re gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower

E                                        A    F# 
Climb up to the top, and drink and talk (This summer!) 

A    B                      A   B
Me and my friends are like “Double-whiskey-coke-no-ice.”

A    B                      A   B
We drink along in double time; might drink too much, but we feel fine
C#m B A
A    B
We’re gonna build something this summer.

A    B 
Gonna build something this summer. 

     C#m                      B        A
This summer, grant us all the power to drink on top of water towers,

E                                            A   F# 
With love, and trust, and shows, all summer (Get hammered!)

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

       A                             F#
But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead. 

C#m     B                A
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer

C#m        B                 E  
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher

C#m     B              A                  E               A
Getting older makes it harder to remember…we are our only saviors

            F#                    E
We’re gonna build something, this summer
best song of the year no question about it