The Decemberists - Rox in the box

^AmGet the rox in the box, get the ^Ewater right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones ^AmWe all do what we can, we endure^E our fellow man And we sing our songs to the head frames creaks and moans

^FAnd it's one, two, three on the ^Cwrong side of the lee ^GWhat were you meant for? What we^Amre you meant for? ^FAnd it's seven, eight, nine, you^C get your shuffle back in line ^GAnd if you ever make it to ten y^Amou won't make it again ^GAnd if you ever make it to ten y^Amou won't make it again

^AmAnd you won't make a dime on thi^Es gray Granite Mountain Mine Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return ^AmSo while we're living here, let'^Es get this little one thing clear There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

^FAnd it's one, two, three on the ^Cwrong side of the lee ^GWhat were you meant for? What we^Amre you meant for? ^FAnd it's seven, eight, nine, you^C get your shuffle back in line ^GAnd if you ever make it to ten y^Amou won't make it again ^GAnd if you ever make it to ten y^Amou won't make it again