Tytuł: Indian wars

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 269

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 thought of 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
  
   (CHORUS:)
   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
  
   (Chorus)