Bruce Cockburn - Indian wars

^EmOut in the desert where the wind never s^Gtops ^EmA few simple people try to grow a few cr^Gops ^CTrying to maintain a^Am7 life and a h^Gome ^DOn land that was the^Cirs be^Am7fore the Romans found R^Gome ^EmA few dozen survivors, ragged but p^Groud ^EmWith a few woolly sheep, under gathering c^Gloud ^CIt's never been easy^Am7, or free from str^Gife ^DBut the pulse of the ^Cland is^Am7 the pulse of their l^Gife ^EmYou thought it was over but it's just like b^Gefore ^DWill there never be an^C end to ^Am7the Indian w^Gars? ^EmIt's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slau^Gghter ^EmIt's kickbacks and thugs and diverted w^Gater ^CTreaties get signed a^Am7nd the papers change h^Gands ^DBut they might as well d^Craft thes^Am7e agreements in s^Gand ^EmNoble Savage on the cinema scr^Geen ^EmAn Indian's good when he cannot be ^Gseen ^CAnd the so-called white^Am7 so-called r^Gace ^DDigs for its^Celf a pit^Am7 of disgra^Gce ^EmYou thought it was over but it's just like bef^Gore ^DWill there never be an ^Cend t^Am7o the Indian w^Gars?