Bruce Cockburn - Indian Wars lyrics

[Bruce Cockburn - Indian Wars lyrics]

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?
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
Ah, 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 it'self 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?
You thought it was over but
It's just like before
Will there never be an end
To the Indian wars?
Will there never be an end
To the Indian wars?

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