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


[Interlude]

Am F Dm E Am


[Chorus]

          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!


[Bridge]

Am F Dm E Am
F Am C x3
Dm E Am


[Verse 2]
                  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


[Chorus]

           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!