The Ballad Of The Choctaw-Apache

Am G Am Am G Am 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 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 Am G Am Am G Am 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 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 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 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 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 Am G Am Am G Am