[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Am C G Am
Well the East Texas wind was whistlin' through the pines
G Am G Am
And I followed it down to Lousiane
G C G F
There is a tribe and it ain't too hard to find
Am G Am G Am
Where the rich man came and flooded all the land
Am C G Am
They had no mercy on the people old and young
G Am G Am
They were blinded by the silver on their tongues
C G F
All the land that they take, just to build themselves a lake
Am G Am G Am
Well it ain't worth all the lives that you forsake
[Chorus]
F C G Am
Well 180,000 acres of ancestral land
F C G
That Sabine been river bottom, flooded by the dam
F C G Am
I am a proud Choctaw-Apache man
G Am
But it just don't mean a thing to the faces in your hand
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
Am C G Am
Well back in 1963 the land of the proud, the brace and the free
G Am G Am
But it ain't that way for everyone you see
G C G F
They washed out the land so be careful where you stand
Am G Am G Am
Like a boulder fallin' on a grain of sand
Am C G Am
Well I hope that dirty reservoir was worth all the lives you scarred
G Am G Am
And the people you left hangin' out to dry
C G F
Well lord knows that tried their best to turn the tide
Am G Am G Am
But there ain't no sense in waitin' 'round to die
[Chorus]
F C G Am
Well 180,000 acres of ancestral land
F C G
That Sabine been river bottom, flooded by the dam
F C G Am
I am a proud Choctaw-Apache man
G Am
But it just don't mean a thing to the faces in your hand
[Interlude]
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Am G Am
Am G C G Am G
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G C G F
Am G Am G Am
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[Verse 3]
Am C G Am
Well my granny was a native from the parish of Sabine
G Am G Am
And she raised her children the best way she knew how
G C G F
They lived off the earth back before the times of dearth
Am G Am G Am
They counted on the seed and the plow
Am C G Am
But the crops they all drowned in the water rushin' down
G Am G Am
Only 25 bucks an acre they were paid
C G F
Well you take away their homes, then you claim what you don't own
Am G Am G Am
Well I guess it's still the American way
[Chorus]
F C G Am
Well 180,000 acres of ancestral land
F C G
That Sabine been river bottom, flooded by the dam
F C G Am
I am a proud Choctaw-Apache man
G
But it just don't mean a thing
G
No it just don't mean a thing
G
Well it just don't mean a thing
Am
To the faces in your hand
[Outro]
Am G Am
Am G Am
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