Bryan Adams - Native son

^AI've seen many moons through these wrinkled e^F#m7yes The years have made me old, but they made me wi^Ese Now the white man lives where our ^Drivers run ^AFor now better days have pa^F#m7ssed We walk the streets of broken g^Elass Our people vanished as ^Dsnow before the summer sun

^ELike dogs we were d^F#mriven from this ^Dsus2place Such injustice time will not er^Ease All these c^F#mhanges cannot be un^Bm7done

^AWhen you feel the anger inside of ^F#m7you Hold your head high, let your aim be ^Etrue Though your heart beats like^D a drum ^AMy

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^AOnce there was a time, my litt^F#m7le one, Before the wagons - before the soldiers^E' guns When this land was ours as far as the ^Deagle flies

^ANo white flag - no broken truce ^F#m7 With few words one can speak the truth; ^E I don't hear it, time won't heal it ^Dnow

^EWith each new day ^F#mthat comes to pa^Dsus2ss Will the great spirit free us all^E at last? He said we^F#m were the chosen one^Bm7s

^AFor all we had there's nothing^F#m7 left We won't forgive - we can't forg^Eet You know that your day will com^De ^AMy

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^EWith each new da^F#my that comes to pa^Dsus2ss Will the great spirit free us al^El at last? What has happene^F#md can never been u^Bm7ndone

^AWhen I was young - not yet a man^F#m7 The sun rose and set upon our land ^E We were the c^Dhosen ones ^AMy

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