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Indian Wars

Bruce Cockburn
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Out  in the desert where the wind never stops
A  few simple people try to grow a few crops
Trying  to maintain a  life and a home
On  land that was theirs  before  the Romans found Rome
A  few dozen survivors, ragged but proud
With  a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud
It's  never been easy,  or free from strife
But  the pulse of the land  is  the pulse of their life
You  thought it was over but it's just like before
Will  there never be an  end to the  Indian wars?
It's  not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter
It's  kickbacks and thugs and diverted water
Treaties  get signed and  the papers change hands
But  they might as well draft  these  agreements in sand
Noble  Savage on the cinema screen
An  Indian's good when he cannot be seen
And  the so-called white  so-called race
Digs  for itself  a pit  of disgrace
You  thought it was over but it's just like before
Will  there never be an end  to  the Indian wars?

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Readable chord sheet for Indian Wars by Bruce Cockburn

[Em]Out in the desert where the wind never s[G]tops
[Em]A few simple people try to grow a few cr[G]ops
[C]Trying to maintain a[Am7] life and a h[G]ome
[D]On land that was the[C]irs be[Am7]fore the Romans found R[G]ome
[Em]A few dozen survivors, ragged but p[G]roud
[Em]With a few woolly sheep, under gathering c[G]loud
[C]It's never been easy[Am7], or free from str[G]ife
[D]But the pulse of the [C]land is[Am7] the pulse of their l[G]ife
[Em]You thought it was over but it's just like b[G]efore
[D]Will there never be an[C] end to [Am7]the Indian w[G]ars?
[Em]It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slau[G]ghter
[Em]It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted w[G]ater
[C]Treaties get signed a[Am7]nd the papers change h[G]ands
[D]But they might as well d[C]raft thes[Am7]e agreements in s[G]and
[Em]Noble Savage on the cinema scr[G]een
[Em]An Indian's good when he cannot be [G]seen
[C]And the so-called white[Am7] so-called r[G]ace
[D]Digs for its[C]elf a pit[Am7] of disgra[G]ce
[Em]You thought it was over but it's just like bef[G]ore
[D]Will there never be an [C]end t[Am7]o the Indian w[G]ars?

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