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+ (F4)- (F2)Em G
Out in the desert where the wind never stops
Em G
A few simple people try to grow a few crops
C Am7 G
Trying to maintain a life and a home
D C Am7 G
On land that was theirs before the Romans found Rome
Em G
A few dozen survivors, ragged but proud
Em G
With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud
C Am7 G
It's never been easy, or free from strife
D C Am7 G
But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their life
Em G
You thought it was over but it's just like before
D C Am7 G
Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
Em G
It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter
Em G
It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted water
C Am7 G
Treaties get signed and the papers change hands
D C Am7 G
But they might as well draft these agreements in sand
Em G
Noble Savage on the cinema screen
Em G
An Indian's good when he cannot be seen
C Am7 G
And the so-called white so-called race
D C Am7 G
Digs for itself a pit of disgrace
Em G
You thought it was over but it's just like before
D C Am7 G
Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
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