Indian Wars Lyrics

	作词 : Bruce Cockburn
	作曲 : Bruce Cockburn
	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
	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?

	zuo ci : Bruce Cockburn
	zuo qu : Bruce Cockburn
	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
	You thought it was over but it' s just like before
	Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
	It' s not breechloading 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 socalled white socalled 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?

	zuò cí : Bruce Cockburn
	zuò qǔ : Bruce Cockburn
	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
	You thought it was over but it' s just like before
	Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
	It' s not breechloading 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 socalled white socalled 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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