Indias Song

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  Too much hypocrisy in this old 
       Em
southern town for me
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  Way back in 1619 began this tragic
Em
 story
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  Thrown into slavery the crime was 
the colour of skin
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  Never to see the light of the 
       Em       Cadd9
past again

[Chorus:]
            G                      
I wanna go where the mountains are 
           Cadd9                   
high enough to echo my song
  G          Cadd9

            G                      
I wanna go where the rivers run 
           Cadd9                   
deep enough to drown my shame
  G          Cadd9

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          Am7                   
I wanna go where the stars shine 
   Em                             
bright enough to show me the way
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I wanna    go     where the wind 
                      G Cadd9 G 
calls my name
Cadd9

                           G   
The wind is calling India India 
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India

It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and 
I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother 
was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was
 burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song so I
 dedicate this one

[chorus]

Superiority, who have you better 
than me
Wasting precious time on racist 
mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up daisies 
in the ending
Spirit knows no colour either you're
 a hater or a lover