Constructive Summer Cifras

Constructive Summer-The Hold Steady
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
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