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Artist: The Decemberists
 Album: Castaways and Cutouts
  Song: The Legionnaire's Lament

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      Dm                    F
I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair 
             G                  Gm      A
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by

I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vive 
Missing my gay Paris, in this desert dry 

And I wrote my girl, told her I would not return 
Terribly taken a turn, for the worse now I fear 

Itís been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore 
Fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home 

               F                      C
If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards 
        Gm                              Bb
And the sidewalk bagatelles it's like a dream 
         F                    C
With the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars, 
    Gm                               Bb
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
       Bbm
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again

La la la la dum 
La la la la

Medicating in the sun, pinched doses of laudanum 
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland 

Curses to this mirage, a bottle of ancient Shiraz 
A smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears 

On the old left bank, my baby in a charabanc 
Riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees 

If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard 
And the sidewalk bagatelles it's like a dream 
With the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars 
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again 

If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard 
And the sidewalk bagatelles itís like a dream 
With the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars 
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine 
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again... 

F           C              Gm                  Bb
   Be back again, be back again, I'll be back again 
         F      C   Gm   Bb
La la la la...

F      C       Gm       Bb    Bbm     F