Chords for Geodes
Tempo:
151.65 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
But this song is about geodes.
[A#] [Em]
There's somebody from [E] the geology department here.
[A]
[Em]
[E] But you know, if you don't know what a geode is, because they're so common around here,
[B] they're the funky gray-brown rocks.
When you open them up, there's the crystals inside.
I love them.
I just think they're the most amazing.
Indiana bling. I [G] just
[B]
[A#]
[B]
[E] [B] [C#m]
[B] [A]
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [E]
[C#m]
[A] [B]
[E] [B]
[A] [B]
[E]
[F#] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#m] [E] I'll ask you [A] just [E] now.
[A] Around here, we throw [B] geodes in our [E]
gardens.
[C#m] [B] They're as common as the rain.
[E]
Corn silk in [B] July.
Unpretentious browns and grays, a stain [E] of Indiana [A] clay.
[F#] They're what's [F#m] left of [G#m] shallow seas.
[A] Glacial rock and [E] mystery.
And [F#]
inside there [E] shines a secret brightest [A] bright.
And all these things that we [B] call
[E]
[B] familiar
[C#m] [B] are [A] just
miracles [B] clothed
[E] in the [B] commonplace.
[A] And you'll [E] see if [B] you try.
[E] In the next stranger's [A] eyes, the God walks around in muddy [E] boots.
Sometimes [A] frags, and that's the [E] truth.
You [F#] can't [A] always tell, [E] but sometimes you just [A] know.
Some say geodes were made
[E] from pockets of [C#m] tears
[A] trapped away in small places [E] for years upon [B] years.
[B] [A] Press down and [B] transport
[E] till the true self was [A] born.
And the whole world [E] moved on like [A] the last notes of a [E] song.
A [F#m] love letter sent [E] without a turn [A] address.
[E]
[B]
[E] [A]
[E] [E]
[A]
[B]
No, [E] you can't always tell one from another.
[C#m]
[B] And [E] it's best not to judge a book
by its [B] tattered cover.
[A] I don't open them [B] to see
folks [E] around here just [A] like me.
We have come to [E] believe there's hidden good in common things.
You [F#m] can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
[F#] You can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
[E] [N]
[N]
[A#] [Em]
There's somebody from [E] the geology department here.
[A]
[Em]
[E] But you know, if you don't know what a geode is, because they're so common around here,
[B] they're the funky gray-brown rocks.
When you open them up, there's the crystals inside.
I love them.
I just think they're the most amazing.
Indiana bling. I [G] just
[B]
[A#]
[B]
[E] [B] [C#m]
[B] [A]
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [E]
[C#m]
[A] [B]
[E] [B]
[A] [B]
[E]
[F#] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#m] [E] I'll ask you [A] just [E] now.
[A] Around here, we throw [B] geodes in our [E]
gardens.
[C#m] [B] They're as common as the rain.
[E]
Corn silk in [B] July.
Unpretentious browns and grays, a stain [E] of Indiana [A] clay.
[F#] They're what's [F#m] left of [G#m] shallow seas.
[A] Glacial rock and [E] mystery.
And [F#]
inside there [E] shines a secret brightest [A] bright.
And all these things that we [B] call
[E]
[B] familiar
[C#m] [B] are [A] just
miracles [B] clothed
[E] in the [B] commonplace.
[A] And you'll [E] see if [B] you try.
[E] In the next stranger's [A] eyes, the God walks around in muddy [E] boots.
Sometimes [A] frags, and that's the [E] truth.
You [F#] can't [A] always tell, [E] but sometimes you just [A] know.
Some say geodes were made
[E] from pockets of [C#m] tears
[A] trapped away in small places [E] for years upon [B] years.
[B] [A] Press down and [B] transport
[E] till the true self was [A] born.
And the whole world [E] moved on like [A] the last notes of a [E] song.
A [F#m] love letter sent [E] without a turn [A] address.
[E]
[B]
[E] [A]
[E] [E]
[A]
[B]
No, [E] you can't always tell one from another.
[C#m]
[B] And [E] it's best not to judge a book
by its [B] tattered cover.
[A] I don't open them [B] to see
folks [E] around here just [A] like me.
We have come to [E] believe there's hidden good in common things.
You [F#m] can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
[F#] You can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
[E] [N]
[N]
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
F#
E
A
B
_ _ But this song is about geodes.
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's somebody from [E] the geology department here.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [E] But you know, if you don't know what a geode is, because they're so common around here,
[B] they're the funky gray-brown rocks.
When you open them up, there's the crystals inside. _
_ I _ love them.
I just think they're the most amazing.
Indiana bling. I [G] _ just_
_ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ I'll ask you [A] just [E] now.
_ _ _ [A] Around here, _ we throw [B] geodes in our [E]
gardens.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] They're as common as the rain.
_ _ [E]
Corn silk in [B] July. _ _
Unpretentious browns and grays, a stain [E] of _ Indiana [A] clay.
_ [F#] They're what's [F#m] left of [G#m] shallow seas.
[A] Glacial rock and [E] mystery.
_ And [F#] _
inside there [E] shines a secret brightest [A] bright. _
_ _ _ _ And all these things that we [B] call
_ [E] _
[B] familiar
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] are [A] just _
miracles _ _ [B] clothed
[E] in the _ [B] commonplace.
_ [A] And you'll [E] see if [B] you try.
_ [E] In the next stranger's [A] eyes, the God walks around in muddy [E] boots.
Sometimes [A] frags, and that's the [E] truth.
You [F#] can't [A] always tell, [E] but sometimes you just [A] know. _ _
_ _ _ Some say _ geodes were made
[E] from pockets of [C#m] tears
[A] trapped away in small places [E] for years upon [B] years.
[B] _ [A] Press down and [B] transport
_ [E] till the true self was [A] born.
_ And the whole world [E] moved on like [A] the last notes of a [E] song.
A [F#m] love letter sent [E] without a turn [A] address. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
No, [E] you can't always tell one from another.
_ [C#m] _ _
[B] And [E] it's best not to judge a book
_ by its [B] tattered cover.
[A] I don't open them [B] to see
folks [E] around here just [A] like me.
We have come to [E] believe there's hidden good in common things.
You [F#m] can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know. _ _ _ _
[F#] You can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's somebody from [E] the geology department here.
[A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [E] But you know, if you don't know what a geode is, because they're so common around here,
[B] they're the funky gray-brown rocks.
When you open them up, there's the crystals inside. _
_ I _ love them.
I just think they're the most amazing.
Indiana bling. I [G] _ just_
_ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ I'll ask you [A] just [E] now.
_ _ _ [A] Around here, _ we throw [B] geodes in our [E]
gardens.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] They're as common as the rain.
_ _ [E]
Corn silk in [B] July. _ _
Unpretentious browns and grays, a stain [E] of _ Indiana [A] clay.
_ [F#] They're what's [F#m] left of [G#m] shallow seas.
[A] Glacial rock and [E] mystery.
_ And [F#] _
inside there [E] shines a secret brightest [A] bright. _
_ _ _ _ And all these things that we [B] call
_ [E] _
[B] familiar
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] are [A] just _
miracles _ _ [B] clothed
[E] in the _ [B] commonplace.
_ [A] And you'll [E] see if [B] you try.
_ [E] In the next stranger's [A] eyes, the God walks around in muddy [E] boots.
Sometimes [A] frags, and that's the [E] truth.
You [F#] can't [A] always tell, [E] but sometimes you just [A] know. _ _
_ _ _ Some say _ geodes were made
[E] from pockets of [C#m] tears
[A] trapped away in small places [E] for years upon [B] years.
[B] _ [A] Press down and [B] transport
_ [E] till the true self was [A] born.
_ And the whole world [E] moved on like [A] the last notes of a [E] song.
A [F#m] love letter sent [E] without a turn [A] address. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
No, [E] you can't always tell one from another.
_ [C#m] _ _
[B] And [E] it's best not to judge a book
_ by its [B] tattered cover.
[A] I don't open them [B] to see
folks [E] around here just [A] like me.
We have come to [E] believe there's hidden good in common things.
You [F#m] can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know. _ _ _ _
[F#] You can't always tell, [E] but sometimes you [A] just know.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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