Lyrics The Decemberists

The Decemberists

Rox in the Box

1. We get the rocks in the box, get the water right down to your

socks

Em Am

This bulkheads built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can, we endure our fellow man

Em Am

And we sing our songs to the headframes, creeps and bones

R: And it's one, two, three, of the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for, what were you meant for

And its seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

(Am - C - Em - Am) (x2)

2. And you won't make it time on this gray ground of mountain mine

Of dirt your made and of dirt you will return

So while were living here, let's get this other one thing clear

There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn

R: And it's one, two, three, of the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for, what were you meant for

And its seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

Am - C - Em - Am (x2), then

Am - G - Em - C (x2)

R: And it's one, two, three, of the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for, what were you meant for

And its seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again