Pink Wine

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I was born in the dim glow of autumn
 light
                      Dm       E  
With the tune of an accordion and 
              Am
the taste for pink wine

     Am                      F
As a young man my legs they learned 
to dance
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My lips at any chance would steal 
         Am
a little innocence

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But my cloths were hand sown, some 
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of my food was stolen
                           Dm  
That was how we learned to live 
                      E            
then, what did you expect from the 
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occupation


[Interlude]

Am F Dm E Am


[Chorus]

Continúa después del anuncio
          F               Am     C
Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson
             F                  
Vous marcherez un long chemin de 
   Am          C
silence
          F             Am        
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
   C

            Dm      E              
Toujours je chanterai, vous 
Am
salauds!


[Bridge]

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


[Verse 2]
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We kept the radio low and the 
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curtains drawn close
                   Dm              
It could be your friend, you never 
             E                   
knew in the end what was what and 
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for sure

               F
But we would ride our bikes to the 
countryside
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Where an old tin band put fire in 
the night
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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                    
Vous marcherez un long chemin de 
   Am          C
silence
          F               Am      
Mon pays ma donne cette chanson
  C

              Dm      E          Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds
              Dm      E          Am
Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!