Chords for Words Of Fire Deeds Of Blood Robbie Robertson

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_ Perhaps you think the [G] creator sent you here to [F] dispose of us as you see fit.
If I thought you [F#] were sent by the creator, I might be induced to think you had a right
to dispose [C#] of me.
Do [G#] not misunderstand me, but understand me fully [C#] with reference to my affection for the land.
I never [D#] said the land was mine to deal with as I [C#] choose.
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it.
I claim a right to live on my land and accord you the privilege to return to [D] yours.
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_ _ _ Brother, we have listened to your talk, coming from our father the great white [D#m] chief at Washington,
and my people have called upon [A#] me to reply to [C#] you. _ _ _
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[D#m] _ _ _ _ And in the [G#] winds which pass through these aged pines, [C#] we hear the moanings of their departed ghosts.
And if the voice of our people could have been heard, that act would never have been done.
But alas, though they stood around, they could neither be seen nor heard.
Their tears fell like drops of rain.
_ I hear [F#] my voice in the depths of the forest, [C#] but no answering voice comes back to [G#] me.
All [F#] is silent around me.
[D#] My words therefore must be few.
I can now [C#] say no more.
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He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when [F#] the sun goes down. _ _ _ _ _
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