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Out in the desert where the wind never stops
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A few simple people try to grow a few crops
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Trying to maintain a life and a home
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On land that was theirs before the Romans thought of Rome
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A few dozen survivors, ragged but proud
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With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud
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It's never been easy, or free from strife
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But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their life
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You thought it was over but it's just like before
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Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
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It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter
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It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted water
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Treaties get signed and the papers change hands
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But they might as well draft these agreements in sand
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Noble Savage on the cinema screen
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An Indian's good when he cannot be seen
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And the so-called white so-called race
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Digs for itself a pit of disgrace
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You thought it was over but it's just like before
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Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
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indian wars
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bruce cockburn |