Em G Out in the desert where the wind never stops Em G A few simple people try to grow a few crops C Am7 G Trying to maintain a life and a home D C Am7 G On land that was theirs before the Romans found Rome Em G A few dozen survivors, ragged but proud Em G With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud C Am7 G It's never been easy, or free from strife D C Am7 G But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their life Em G You thought it was over but it's just like before D C Am7 G Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Em G It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter Em G It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted water C Am7 G Treaties get signed and the papers change hands D C Am7 G But they might as well draft these agreements in sand Em G Noble Savage on the cinema screen Em G An Indian's good when he cannot be seen C Am7 G And the so-called white so-called race D C Am7 G Digs for itself a pit of disgrace Em G You thought it was over but it's just like before D C Am7 G Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruce_cockburn/#share ( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bruce_cockburn/indian_wars_crd.html )