Native Son (Letra)

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I’ve seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
The years have made me old but they’ve made me wise
Now the white man lives where our rivers run

For now better days have passed
We walk the streets of broken glass
Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
Like dogs we were driven from this place
Such injustice, time will not erase
All these changes cannot be undone

When you feel the anger inside of you
Hold your head high – let your aim be true
Though your heart beats like a drum
My native son

Once there was a time my little one
Before the wagons – before the soldiers’ guns
When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag – no broken truce
With few words one can speak the truth – I don’t hear it
Time won’t heal it now

With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones

For all we had there’s nothin’ left
We won’t forgive – we can’t forget
You know that your day will come
My native son

With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never be undone

When I was young – not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
My native son

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Native Son (Letra)

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You finally found the mainstream
In the middle of your life
You tapped into a vein
Of endless gold chains
Now you’re locked up tight
Tearing down the middle of it
Splitting it right in half
Bobbing up and down the waves
Like a runaway slave
On a huck finn raft

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Take your wife
Take your family
Take your gun
Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods
Looking for someone
A member of your tribe
A place you can hide
‘til the war has begun
‘cause in the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood
Like a native son

Where you gonna run to
There ain’t no underground
If only you could fly
You’d cut across the sky
Like a rifle round
Oh, who are your people
And where is your homeland
‘cause they’re dying side by side
At the river of pride
Where we tried to take a stand

Chorus twice

In the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood
Like a native son

Native Son (Letra)

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Can you spare me a quarter
Though i have no one to call
I just thought it might save my ass one day
If the sky or the free world were to fall
This is the only thing that i can do
This is the only thing i know how to say
And when everything is gone
And the night it seems grows long
Will you play this record anyway
There are a million ways to say it
There are a million lies to choose from
So don’t look up
You might find that your head is stuck
No one’s going to bail us out of this one

Every time i call your name
Somehow i wish it was the same
For me and you and all the things we do
Not in vain

Maybe i could give you a ride
Though i don’t really own a car
Well it isn’t anything so different
Than living underneath a dying star
Well this is what we all get up for
When the clocks go out of time
Cause nothing short of
War and death and money
Will ever fucking change your mind
There are a million ways to die son
And there are a million places to choose from
So don’t look up
You might find that your head is stuck
No one’s going to bail us out of this one

Every time i call your name
Somehow i wish it was the same
For me and you and all the things we do
Not in vain
And who will kill this native son
Who will learn from everything that we have done
And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?

Native Son (Letra)

Bryan Adams

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Mount up, move on
May you find the way back home

Down and down we go
Down into bright october
Brothers in arms no more
Now that the war is over
Have you waded in and been to hell
Will you lie upon the sofa
See to the decoration of your shell
Now that the war is over

Mount up, move on
Damn the darkness, speed the dawn
They lost, we won
Try to find your way back home
Native son

Down and down we go
Now that the war is over
Brothers in arms no more
Now that the war is over
Have you waded in and been to hell
Will you lie upon the sofa
See to the decoration of your shell
Now that the war is over

Mount up, move on
Damn the darkness, speed the dawn
They lost, we won
May you find your way back home
Native son