Pink Wine

Am F I was born in the dim glow of autumn light Dm E Am With the tune of an accordion and the taste for pink wine Am F As a young man my legs they learned to dance Dm E Am My lips at any chance would steal a little innocence Am F But my cloths were hand sown, some of my food was stolen Dm E Am That was how we learned to live then, what did you expect from the occupation Am F Dm E Am F Am C Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson F Am C Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence F Am C Mon pays ma donne cette chanson Dm E Am Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds! Am F Dm E Am F Am C 3x Dm E Am Am F We kept the radio low and the curtains drawn close Dm E Am It could be your friend, you never knew in the end what was what and for sure F But we would ride our bikes to the countryside Am C Where an old tin band put fire in the night F With a tune so deep you could see it in our eyes C E It was the way we'd chosen to fight F Am C Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson F Am C Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence F Am C Mon pays ma donne cette chanson Dm E Am Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds Dm E Am Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!