The Decemberists - The legionnaires lament

^DmI'm a Legionnaire Camel in ^Fdisrepair Hoping for a^Gm Frigidaire To come ^Dmpassing ^Aby I am ^Dmon reprieve Lacking my^F joie de vivre Missing my ^Gmgay Paris In this d^Dmesert ^Adry And I ^Fwrote my girl

I've terribly ^Bbtaken a turn For the ^Dmworst now I^A fear It's been a ^Dmyear or more Since they shipped me to this^F foreign shore Fighting in a^Gm foreign war So far ^Dmaway from my^A home If only some ^Frain would fall On the^C houses and the ^Bbboulevards And th^Gme sidewalk bagatelles It's like a ^Bbdream With the ^Froar of cars And the ^Clolling of the ^Bbcafe bars The ^Gmsweetly sleeping sweeping of the S^Bbeine Lord I ^Gmdon't know if I'll ^Dmever be ^Aback a^Dmgain La la la ^Fla La la la ^Gmla ^{Dm A} Medicating^Dm in the sun Pinch doses of^F laudanum Longing for the^Gm old fecundity ^DmOf my ^Ahomeland Curses to^Dm this mirage A bottle of^F ancient Shiraz A smattering of^Gm distant applause Is ringing^Dm in my ^Apoor ears On the ^Dmold left bank My baby in a^F charabanc Riding up the^Gm width and length Of the ^DmChamps-E^Alysee

If only some^F rain would fall On the ^Chouses and the ^Bbboulevards And the^Gm sidewalk bagatelles It's like a ^Bbdream With the ^Froar of cars And the ^Clolling of the ^Bbcafe bars The ^Gmsweetly sleeping sweeping of the S^Bbeine Lord I ^Gmdon't know if I'll ^Dmever be ^Aback a^Dmgain