Drums

Chords

Standard

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From the Indian, reservation, to the govern, mental school 
         C         G                                  D
Well they're goin, to educate me, to the white men's, Golden Rule 
    G                               C                G
And I'm learning, very quickly, for I've learned, to be ashamed 
    C            G                       D            G
And I come, when they call Billy, though I've got, an Indian name 

          G                                      C           G
And there are drums, beyond the mountain, Indian drums, that you can't hear 
      C          G                                D               G
There are drums, beyond the mountain, and they're getting, mighty near 

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And when they, think that they'd changed me, cut my hair, to meet their needs 
          C          G                                  D
Will they think, I'm white or Indian, quarter blood, or just half breed 
       G                     C                    G
Let me tell you, Mr Teacher, when you say, you'll make me right 
   C             G                  D               G
In five hundred, years of fighting, not one Indian, turned white 

          G                                      C           G
And there are drums, beyond the mountain, Indian drums, that you can't hear 
      C          G                                D               G
There are drums, beyond the mountain, and they're getting, mighty near

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Well you thought, that I knew nothing, when you brought, me here to school 
        C           G                       D
Just another, empty Indian, just America's, first fool 
        G                        C                   G
But now I, can tell you stories, that are burnt, and dried and old 
    C              G                           D                  G
But in the shadow, of their telling, walks the thunder, proud and bold 

          G                                      C           G
And there are drums, beyond the mountain, Indian drums, that you can't hear 
      C          G                                D               G
There are drums, beyond the mountain, and they're getting, mighty near

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Long Pine, and Sequoia, Handsome Lake, and Sitting Bull
        C           G                          D
There's Magnus, Colorado, with his sleeves, so red and full 
       G                           C            G
Crazy, Horse the legend, those who bit off, Custer's soul 
     C             G                         D            G
They are dead, yet they are living, with the great, Geronimo 

          G                                      C           G
And there are drums, beyond the mountain, Indian drums, that you can't hear 
      C          G                                D               G
There are drums, beyond the mountain, and they're getting, mighty near

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Well you may teach me, this land's hist'ry, but we taught it, to you first 
              C           G                                         D
We broke your hearts, and bent your journeys, broken treaties, left us cursed 
     G                          C                      G
Even now, you have to cheat us, even though, you think us tame 
       C                G                           D         G
In our losing, we found proudness, in your winning, you found shame 

          G                                      C           G
And there are drums, beyond the mountain, Indian drums, that you can't hear 
      C          G                                D               G
There are drums, beyond the mountain, and they're getting, mighty near