Graeme plays this tuned down half a step to D# _________________________________________________________ E5 G#5 A5 E5 There's a painting of my grandfather, on my mothers side F#5 G#5 A5 B5 in the hallway of our homestaed, in a special place of pride E5 G#5 A5 E5 with his bulldogs and kanakas, back in eighteen nighty three A5 E5 F#5 B5 E5 9 in a linen suit and a panama, they say he looked like me. E5 G#5 A5 E5 and the story goes he came out, to make a brand new start F#5 G#5 A5 B5 in an effort to forget, a sad affair of the heart E5 G#5 A5 E5 so with these romantic notions, to the colonies he came A5 E5 F#5 B5 E5 where he settled in the tropics and made his fortune growing cane. E5 E5 Well let the canefields burn, let the flames rise E5 A5 E5 let the politicians and the bankers in the city look up E5 A5 E5 in wonder at the glow at in the sky. E5 let the canefield burn, let me feel no pain A5 E5 B5 E5 when I drown my soul in whisky, and dance in the flames. E5 G#5 A5 E5 There's a photo of my parents, taken in between the wars F#5 G#5 A5 B5 in London, Rome or Paris, I don't know for shure E5 G#5 A5 E5 but it hangs there in the hallway and there's one for every year A5 G#5 F#5 B5 E5 9 fortunes made, and fortunes paid, for champagne souveniers. Chorus:....let the canefields burn.... C#5 E5 And they say they're gonna take this all away from me C#5 E5 the cars the cane the homestead, all my family history C#5 E5 A5 well tomorrow when the bankers come, to settle all their claims E5 B5 E5 9 let the auctioneer open...with a price for charred remains! Chorus:....let the canefields burn....