Uploaded January 2013 | Updated September 2026, 23 hours ago
LYRICS AND CHORDS IN DESCRIPTION
A tale about the decline of native American culture
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The Grand Daughter of Geronimo
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She sadly sits outside her stall
G C/G D
ekes out a living - but that's all
G C/G D
She remembers times before the fall
Em C D
of a way of life long gone
Em C D
Customer interest is so-so
G C/G D
Indian curios just don't go
G C/G D
For this Grand Daughter of Geronimo
Em C D
The days are oh so long.
Em C D
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Chorus
Who will buy her Wampum beads,
G C
headbands, pots or her teepees
G C
Who will purchase seeds to grow
G Em
From the Grand Daughter of Geronimo
Am F D
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It hadn't always been this way
and if you'd listen she would say
she'd lived a life out on the plain
and sang a different song
A tune of hunting, riding free
hair blowing wildly in the breeze
follow the trail down to the sea
how could that be wrong?
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Chorus
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Her arrowheads were honed so fine
and on the shafts of Redwood pine
the prey was always "ours" not "mine"
Father, Daughter, Wife and Son
So look again at this aged lass
please, please, please don't pass
For she's the one, the last to go
The Grand Daughter of Geronimo
LYRICS AND CHORDS IN DESCRIPTION
A tale about the decline of native American culture
==================================================================
The Grand Daughter of Geronimo
------------------------------
She sadly sits outside her stall
G C/G D
ekes out a living - but that's all
G C/G D
She remembers times before the fall
Em C D
of a way of life long gone
Em C D
Customer interest is so-so
G C/G D
Indian curios just don't go
G C/G D
For this Grand Daughter of Geronimo
Em C D
The days are oh so long.
Em C D
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Chorus
Who will buy her Wampum beads,
G C
headbands, pots or her teepees
G C
Who will purchase seeds to grow
G Em
From the Grand Daughter of Geronimo
Am F D
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It hadn't always been this way
and if you'd listen she would say
she'd lived a life out on the plain
and sang a different song
A tune of hunting, riding free
hair blowing wildly in the breeze
follow the trail down to the sea
how could that be wrong?
----------------------------
Chorus
----------------------------
Her arrowheads were honed so fine
and on the shafts of Redwood pine
the prey was always "ours" not "mine"
Father, Daughter, Wife and Son
So look again at this aged lass
please, please, please don't pass
For she's the one, the last to go
The Grand Daughter of Geronimo










