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Geronimo

Neil Hannon
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
? = 3-2-0-0-1-0
While  they have been eating
 The rain  has started falling,
Gradually gathering  in strength;
What  began a drizzle
Has  now become torrential,
And  doesn’t look like coming  to an end.
 The two bedraggled figures
 That huddle in the doorway,
 With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear,
 Are now secretly wishing
 They’d listened to their mothers
 When being told to always be prepared.
 Screaming
’geronimo!’,
 They  run for it down  the road;
With  an arm around her waist
He  leads her to a place
He  knows.
 Soaked through, but happy,
 They squelch up to the landing;
 The room before them
 Makes a welcome sight.
 The coal fire is throwing
 Strange shapes upon the hearthrug,
 And crying out to be knelt down beside.
 She pulls off her jumper
 And flings it in the corner;
 He picks it up and hangs it on a chair.
 She puts on a record
 And sings into her coffee;
 He puts  a blanket round  her,
 Sits her down
 And dries her beautiful hair.

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Readable chord sheet for Geronimo by Neil Hannon

? = 3-2-0-0-1-0

[Bm]While they have been [F#]eating
The [Em]rain has started [Bm]falling,
[Em]Gradually [Bm]gathering in [F#]strength;
[Bm]What began a [F#]drizzle
[Em]Has now become [Bm]torrential,
[Em]And doesn’t look like [Bm]coming to an [F#]end.

The two bedraggled figures
That huddle in the doorway,
With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear,
Are now secretly wishing
They’d listened to their mothers
When being told to always be prepared.

Screaming
[C]’geronimo!’[G6],
T[E]hey run for it d[Am]own the road;
[C]With an arm around her wais[G6]t
[E]He leads her to a [Am]place
[E]He knows.

Soaked through, but happy,
They squelch up to the landing;
The room before them
Makes a welcome sight.
The coal fire is throwing
Strange shapes upon the hearthrug,
And crying out to be knelt down beside.

She pulls off her jumper
And flings it in the corner;
He picks it up and hangs it on a chair.
She puts on a record
And sings into her coffee;
He [Em]puts a blanket r[Bm]ound her,
Sits her [F#]down
And dries her [Em]beautiful [Bm]hair.

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