The Ballad of the Choctaw-Apache chords - Vincent Neil Emerson

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How to Play "The Ballad of the Choctaw-Apache" Guitar chords

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[Intro]
Am G Am
Am G Am
 
[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] Am G Am Am G Am [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] Am G Am Am G Am Am G C G Am G Am G Am G C G F Am G Am G Am Am G Am [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 X


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