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El Salvador

Christy Moore
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 A girl  cries in the early  morning
Woken  by the sound of a gun
She  knows somewhere  somebodys dying
Beneath  the rising  sun
Outside  the window  of her cabania
 The  shadows are full of her fears
She  knows her lover is out  there somewhere
 He's been  on the run for a year
Oh,the  soul of El salvador
 Bells ring out on the chapel steeple
 A priest prepares to say mass
 The sad congregation come tierd and hungry
 To pray that the troubles will pass
 Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
 Where his body was found
 Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
 Where the crowd gathers round.
 out on the ranch the rich mans preparing
 to go for his morning ride
 they've saddled his horse out in the corral
 he walks out full of pride
 he looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
 a president made in the past
 peasants in rags, they stand back for they know
 that enrico gallops fast
 Over the soul of El Salvador.

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Readable chord sheet for El Salvador by Christy Moore

A [Am]girl cries in the ea[G]rly morning
[Em]Woken by the sound of a [Am]gun
[Am]She knows somewhere[G] somebodys dying
[Em]Beneath the rising[F] sun
[C]Outside the windo[G]w of her cabania
The[Am] shadows are full of her fea[Em]rs
[C]She knows her lover is [G]out there somewhere
He's [Am]been on the run for a [Em]year

[F]Oh,th[G]e soul of El sal[Am]vador

Bells ring out on the chapel steeple
A priest prepares to say mass
The sad congregation come tierd and hungry
To pray that the troubles will pass
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
Where his body was found
Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where the crowd gathers round.

out on the ranch the rich mans preparing
to go for his morning ride
they've saddled his horse out in the corral
he walks out full of pride
he looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
a president made in the past
peasants in rags, they stand back for they know
that enrico gallops fast

Over the soul of El Salvador.

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