Let The Canefields Burn chords

Graeme Connors

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  			Graeme plays this tuned down half a step to D# 
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There's a painting of my grandfather, on my mothers side 
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in the hallway of our homestaed, in a special place of pride 
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with his bulldogs and kanakas, back in eighteen nighty three 
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in a linen suit and a panama, they say he looked like me. 
 
 
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and the story goes he came out, to make a brand new start 
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in an effort to forget, a sad affair of the heart 
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so with these romantic notions, to the colonies he came 
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where he settled in the tropics and made his fortune growing cane. 
 
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Well let the canefields burn, let the flames rise 
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let the politicians and the bankers in the city look up 
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in wonder at the glow at in the sky. 
E 
let the canefield burn, let me feel no pain 
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when I drown my soul in whisky, and dance in the flames. 
 
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There's a photo of my parents, taken in between the wars 
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in London, Rome or Paris, I don't know for shure 
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but it hangs there in the hallway and there's one for every year 
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fortunes made, and fortunes paid, for champagne souveniers. 
 
 
Chorus:....let the canefields burn.... 
 
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And they say they're gonna take this all away from me 
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the cars the cane the homestead, all my family history 
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well tomorrow when the bankers come, to settle all their claims 
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let the auctioneer open...with a price for charred remains! 
 
 
Chorus:....let the canefields burn....