The Decemberists - Rox in the box

We get the ^Amrocks in the box, get the ^Cwater right down to your ^Gsocks This ^Embulkheads built of fallen brethren ^Ambones We all ^Amdo what we can, we en^Cdure our fellow ^Gman And we ^Emsing our songs to the headframes' creaks and ^Ammoans

And it's ^Fone, two, three, on the ^Cwrong side of the lee What were you ^Gmeant for, what were you ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshovel back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain

And you won't ^Ammake a dime on this ^Cgray granite mountain ^Gmine Of ^Emdirt your made and to dirt you will re^Amturn So ^Amwhile were living here, let's ^Cget this other one thing ^Gclear There's ^Emplenty of men to die, don't jump your ^Amturn

And it's ^Fone, two, three, on the ^Cwrong side of the lee What were you ^Gmeant for, what were you ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshovel back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain

And it's ^Fone, two, three, of the ^Cwrong side of the lee What were you ^Gmeant for, whatever your ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshovel back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ^G/G#ten you won't make it ^Amagain