Let The Canefields Burn - Ver 2

D A G D 2x D F#m G D There's a painting of my grandfather, on my mother's side Em F#m G A In the hallway of our homestead, in a special place of pride D F#m G D With his bulldogs and kanakas, back in eighteen ninety-three G D Em A D In a linen suit and a panama, they say he looked like me D F#m G D And the story goes he came out, to make a brand new start Em F#m G A In an effort to forget, a sad affair of the heart D F#m G D So with these romantic notions, to the colonies, he came G D Em A D Where he settled in the tropics and made his fortune growing cane D Well let the canefields burn, let the flames rise G Let the politicians and the bankers in the city look-up D In wonder at the glow in the sky Let the canefields burn, let me feel no pain G D A D When I drown my soul in whisky, and dance in the flames D A G D D F#m G D There's a photo of my parents, taken in between the wars Em F#m G A In London, Rome or Paris, I don't know for sure D F#m G D But it hangs there in the hallway and there's one for every year G D Em A D Fortunes made, and fortunes paid, for champagne souveniers D So let the canefields burn, let the flames rise G Let the politicians and the bankers in the city look-up D In wonder at the glow in the sky Let the canefields burn, let me feel no pain G D A Bm When I drown my soul in whisky, and dance in the flames Bm D And now, they say they're gonna take this all away from me Bm D The cars, the cane, the homestead, all my family history Bm D G Well tomorrow, when the bankers come to settle all their claims D A D Let the auctioneer open... with a price for charred remains! D Then let the canefields burn, let the flames rise G Let the politicians and the bankers in the city look-up D In wonder at the glow in the sky Let the canefields burn, let me feel no pain G D A D When I drown my soul in whisky, and dance in the flames