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Madame Geneva's

Mark Knopfler
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 I’m a maker  of ballads  right pretty
 I write  them right here  in the street
 You can buy  them all over  the city
 yours  for a penny  a sheet
 I’m a word  pecker out  of the printers
out  of the dens  of Gin Lane
 I’ll write  up a scene  on a counter
 - confessions  and sins  in the main,  boys
 confessions  and sins  in the main
 Then you’ll find  me in Madame  Geneva’s
 keeping  the demons  at bay
 There’s nothing  like gin  for drowning  them in
 but they’ll always  be back
 on a hanging day
 on a hanging day
 They come rattling over  the cobbles
 they sit  on their coffins  of black
 Some  are struck dumb,  some gabble
 top-heavy  on brandy  or sack
 The pews  are all full  of fine fellows
 and the hawker  has set  up her shop
 As they’re turning  them off  at the gallows
 She’ll be selling  right under  the drop,  boys
selling  right under  the drop
 Then you’ll find  me in Madame  Geneva’s
 keeping  the demons  at bay
 There’s nothing  like gin  for drowning  them in
 but they’ll always  be back
 on a hanging day
 on a hanging day

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Readable chord sheet for Madame Geneva's by Mark Knopfler

[Bm]   [G]   [Em]   [A]

I’m a m[Bm]aker of b[A]allads right pr[Bm]etty
I w[Bm]rite them right [A]here in the str[Bm]eet
You can [Bm]buy them all o[A]ver the c[G]ity
y[Bm]ours for a p[A]enny a sh[Bm]eet
I’m a w[Bm]ord pecker [A]out of the pr[Bm]inters
[Bm]out of the d[A]ens of Gin L[Bm]ane
I’ll wr[Bm]ite up a sc[A]ene on a co[G]unter
- conf[Bm]essions and s[A]ins in the m[Bm]ain, b[A]oys
conf[Bm]essions and s[A]ins in the m[Bm]ain

Then you’ll f[Bm]ind me in M[G]adame Gen[A]ev[D]a’s
k[G]eeping the d[D]emons at b[A]ay
There’s n[A]othing like g[F#m]in for d[Bm]rowning them [G]in
but they’ll [Em]always be [F#m]back
on a hanging d[Bm]ay  [G]     [Em]         [A]
on a hanging d[Bm]ay  [G]     [Em]         [A]             [Bm]                 [G]                     [Em]                          [A]

They come r[Bm]attling [A]over the c[Bm]obbles
they [Bm]sit on their c[A]offins of bl[Bm]ack
S[Bm]ome are struck d[A]umb, some g[G]abble
top-h[Bm]eavy on br[A]andy or s[Bm]ack
The p[Bm]ews are all f[A]ull of fine f[Bm]ellows
and the h[Bm]awker has [A]set up her [Bm]shop
As they’re t[Bm]urning them [A]off at the g[G]allows
She’ll be s[Bm]elling right u[A]nder the d[Bm]rop, b[A]oys
[Bm]selling right u[A]nder the d[Bm]rop

Then you’ll f[Bm]ind me in M[G]adame Gen[A]ev[D]a’s
k[G]eeping the d[D]emons at b[A]ay
There’s n[A]othing like g[F#m]in for d[Bm]rowning them [G]in
but they’ll [Em]always be [F#m]back
on a hanging d[Bm]ay  [G]     [Em]         [A]
on a hanging d[Bm]ay  [G]     [Em]         [A]             [Bm]                 [G]                     [Em]                          [A]

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