Chords for Freddie Starr singing Running Bear LIVE

I love Indians, mate.
I really do.
Yeah.
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_ On the banks of the river, stood a running bear, [C] young Indian brave.
On the other side of the river, there stood a lovely [G] Indian maid.
[C] Little white dove was of her name, [F] such a lovely sight to [C] see.
But the tribes fought with each other, [G] and so the love [C] could never be.
[F] Oh, running bear, [C] love little white dove [G] with her love as [C] big as the skies.
Oh, [F] running bear, love [C] little white dove with [G] her love she [C] couldn't hide. _ _ _ _ _
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_ Indian put sacred war paint on face. _
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_ Kill _ _ _ _ _ _ _ a dog. _ _ _ _ _
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[F] Stagecoach.
[G] _ _ Sleep.
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[C#] _ _ [C] And I was hooked. _
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_ _ Pardon? _ _
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Stagecoach passed this way only 15 minutes ago.
How do you know?
Ran over my head.
_ _ When _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ I was a lad, if [D#] you can remember, if you went to New Brighton, _
I was across the Mersey, the dirtiest river in the world.
But before you'd go, you didn't have a bathing costume.
So your mum would call you to the front room, she'd go,
Yeah, Fred, come in here, love.
Fit this on.
It was a sweater, _ a polar neck one. _
And you'd put your arms, you know, your legs through the arms.
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_ _ [N] And she'd cut the arms off.
And you have a polar neck down there, hanging down. _ _
_ And she'd stitch it up. _
And then you'd get a snake belt.
Do you remember them?
Snake belts. _ _
_ _ And the arse of it would be all woollen, it'd be all _ baggy.
All round the back. _
And she'd say to you, You look lovely, love. _
And you'd be walking down the beach with your friends.
Come on, lads.
_ _ Big arse. _
Yellow-hoo.
_ Then you'd go on the River Mersey and run into it.
Yay, jump in.
Whoa, yes.
Yes. _ _
_ Big lump of cack.
Come on. _
And _ _ _ _ _ then she'd call to you, Come in.
Now.
It's getting rough.
Come in.
You couldn't fucking move.
This woollen sweater.
It'd be full of sand and scampi.
And your arse would be about five feet behind you.
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